It turns out she wasn't Tang Bainian's lover at all, but rather his sister.

Fang Nan stared blankly at Mu Xiaoxiao's departing figure, his mind nearly exploding, wishing he could rush back to six months ago and strangle himself.

He used to call her "mistress" all the time; it was so shameful.

No wonder Yang Qingheng wasn't angry when she found out Tang Bainian bought a house for another woman; no wonder that woman Yang Qingheng didn't care at all whether Tang Bainian had cheated on her!

Fang Nan recalled how many times he had gone to the school to ambush Mu Xiaoxiao in order to force her to leave Tang Bainian, and his vision blurred; he almost fainted.

That woman must be secretly watching him make a fool of himself every day, and she thinks he's a complete idiot.

upstairs.

"What's making you so happy?" Yang Qingheng looked up from her desk and saw Sun Rong enter with a smile. She raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Sun Rong naturally wouldn't say it was because she saw Fang Nan get the short end of the stick, and shook her head: "It's nothing. By the way, the police station asked you to give a statement a few days ago. When would you like to go?"

Yang Qingheng glanced at her watch; it was only 9:30 in the morning, and there was still more than an hour before the meeting. She simply stood up and said, "Now."

Sun Rong quickly agreed, put down her work, and rushed out to arrange for a driver to pick up Yang Qingheng. She also called the police station to remind them.

It was past ten o'clock when Yang Qingheng came out of the office after giving her statement. A young policeman hurriedly chased after her and said, "Mrs. Tang, Qiao Xihe has been insisting on seeing you. I don't know if you'd be willing."

Fearing she might misunderstand, he quickly explained, "It's okay if you don't want to see me; I'm just going through the motions."

Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, hesitated for two seconds, and then nodded: "Okay."

Following behind him, we waited for a long time before entering a room.

Qiao Xihe sat quietly behind the table. Even though she had fallen to this state, her hair was still neatly styled, but the faint dark circles under her eyes revealed her haggardness.

Hearing the door open, the woman looked up. The moment their eyes met, a surge of hatred welled up in her dark eyes, radiating a chilling aura. It made one inexplicably think of a cold-blooded animal that flicks its tongue in the night, ready to pounce from the shadows and bite you at any moment.

Yang Qingheng paused, her steps unwavering. She slowly pulled out a chair and sat down, her expression remaining completely unchanged. "Miss Qiao, I have limited time. Please get to the point."

She didn't say a single derogatory word, but Qiao Xihe still felt insulted.

She looked down on Yang Qingheng from the bottom of her heart. After all, when she first saw Yang Qingheng, she was already the eldest daughter of the mayor's family. The ladies around her, if not very respectful, at least had a humble and obsequious demeanor.

At that time, Yang Qingheng had just arrived in the capital and was only fit to smile at their banquets, like a pheasant that had suddenly become a pampered noblewoman. She didn't even know basic etiquette and was like a clown, a clown in the circle of noblewomen.

But now, this clown is acting like this towards her!

Qiao Xihe's expression was a bit unpleasant, but thinking of her purpose, she suppressed her anger and calmly said, "Tang Bainian doesn't know about your affair with Song Hengjue, does he? Tell me, what would a man think if he knew his woman was cheating on him?"

"Of course they think I'm lovable and charming." Yang Qingheng casually twirled a strand of her dark hair that had fallen over her shoulder, blinked, and feigned innocence.

Qiao Xihe's arrogant smile froze on her face, and she almost lost her composure.

Is this woman crazy?! What is she thinking at a time like this?!

She squinted and warned, "Aren't you afraid Tang Bainian will divorce you?" Tang Bainian's current position brings her countless benefits, and she doesn't believe Yang Qingheng would be willing to divorce him.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Qingheng frowned, staring coldly at her.

Qiao Xihe knew she was scared, and finally regained control. She raised her chin and threatened, "The newspaper has already written the report. If you don't want things to be exposed, you'd better listen to me."

"Tell me your requirements." Yang Qingheng touched the teacup in front of her but didn't drink it. She stared at her intently, looking so serious that she seemed a little nervous, which actually fooled Qiao Xihe.

She smiled smugly: "Let Tang Bainian find a reason to get me out of here. Otherwise, tomorrow all the news in Beijing will be about Mrs. Tang having an affair with Boss Boxiang. I wonder what Director Tang will think then."

Her pride, which had been hurt by Yang Qingheng, slowly returned to its former height, and she raised her chin, looking as arrogant as before.

There is absolutely no way she will serve those ten-plus years in prison.

Yang Qingheng shook her head, picked up her bag, and stood up. She looked at Qiao as if she were a clown: "Miss Qiao, do you think people will believe the words of a murderer like you?"

Qiao Xihe scoffed: "If I'm not mistaken, Mrs. Tang, you've hidden a recording pen in your bag, trying to trick me into talking? Such a brainless plan won't work. What murderer? I don't understand."

Yang Qingheng sneered and glanced at her: "It's okay if you don't understand. I'll tell you now that the police have found evidence that you drove the kidnapper to his death. Instead of thinking about how to buy news agencies to spread rumors about me, you should save some money to buy bullets."

After all, these days you have to pay for your own execution.

Qiao Xihe's expression changed, but she pretended to be calm and sneered, "Yang Qingheng, I told you, your provocation won't work on me. I didn't do it, and that's it. Don't try to frame me." But she only saw Yang Qingheng's back.

The room returned to silence, but Qiao Xihe's heart grew colder and colder. Her hands and feet trembled like leaves, and she slapped herself hard to force herself to calm down.

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