Qi Lian watched his underling return, pursed his lips, and glanced in Yang Qingheng's direction: "She took the money?"

"I'll take it," the henchman assured him, patting his chest.

Qilian nodded and closed his eyes to rest.

The younger brother glanced at him discreetly, said nothing, and then looked sympathetically in Yang Qingheng's direction.

What a pity that such a beautiful and kind-hearted girl would fall for her older brother.

His older brother doesn't care about anyone except Miss Bai Wei.

…………

Boxiang Headquarters.

Song Hengjue looked at the phone on the table for what felt like the umpteenth time.

"Who did President Song meet with?" Bai Wei sat lazily across from her, legs crossed, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Just say what you want to say." Song Hengjue snapped out of his daze, looking at the woman opposite him with a hint of impatience in his expression.

Bai Wei wasn't angry. She put down her crossed legs and sat up straight: "Well, it's nothing. What have you thought about the matter I mentioned to you before?"

"What is it?" Song Hengjue glanced at her, completely bewildered, with no recollection whatsoever.

"Marry me, and I'll give you that piece of land in the east of the city." Bai Wei finally looked somewhat serious.

Song Hengjue replied as if he had heard some nonsense: "If this is what you're talking about today, then there's no need to say anything more, it's impossible."

He waved his hand dismissively, his face cold as he turned to shoo the customer away.

"Are you not satisfied?" Bai Wei frowned, somewhat displeased. Song Hengjue's demands were too much. She gritted her teeth and said, "After the deal is done, I can give you eight percent of the shares, Mr. Song. This is all I can offer. Any more would be excessive."

I felt a bit resentful.

If the old man hadn't been dying and insisted on leaving his estate to that illegitimate son, she wouldn't have come to beg him like this. This Song Hengjue truly lives up to his reputation as the CEO of Boxiang; he really knows how to take advantage of a crisis.

Seeing that she didn't understand, Song Hengjue suddenly placed his hand on the table, revealing a very conspicuous ring: "I have a fiancée, and we will be getting married soon. Do you understand now?"

"Is she a young lady from a prominent family in the capital? Which family?" Bai Wei paused for a second, then hesitated before speaking, recalling the rumors circulating recently.

It turns out he already has a marriage prospect; no wonder he refused to see her no matter how many times she asked him out the other day.

Song Hengjue was silent for a moment, then his tense face suddenly relaxed: "She's not a young lady from a wealthy family, she's my first love."

Bai Wei could detect a hint of smugness in his tone and asked incredulously, "Just because of that?"

Song Hengjue was thinking of calling Yang Qingheng, but seeing that she was still unwilling to leave, he felt annoyed and stood up: "This matter is off the table. You don't need to talk to me about it anymore. Go back."

"Song Hengjue, do you know how valuable that piece of land in the east of the city is? And there's an 8% stake. If you marry me, all of that will be yours. You're a smart man; you should know how to choose. Besides, we can sign an agreement that we won't interfere with each other's love lives after marriage." Bai Wei was unwilling to give up.

Seeing that Song Hengjue was completely unmoved, she stood up helplessly and went out: "Think about it carefully."

His company recently had a big project and was short of working capital, while she needed a backer to help her gain a foothold in the company. This was obviously a mutually beneficial arrangement.

He didn't seem like this before. Did someone eat his brains after he went to the capital?

Bai Wei didn't understand.

"Miss Bai, are you going to the company or home?" The driver greeted her as soon as he saw her.

Bai Wei glanced at him indifferently, opened the car door, and raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Qilian? You're back."

"Sister, what brings you here?" Qi Lian's indifferent face melted away.

"What else could we be talking about besides cooperation?" Bai Wei's voice was flat as she opened the document in her hand.

Qi Lian realized that the woman didn't seem to want to pay attention to him anymore, so he tightened his grip on his lap, turned his head away, and didn't bother her anymore.

After a long silence, she finally spoke: "Sister, is it because of the arranged marriage?"

“Well, you know that, right?” Bai Wei frowned, somewhat annoyed at being interrupted, but still answered patiently, as if coaxing a child, “You’ve been on the train for so long, aren’t you tired? Rest first, we can talk about it when we get back.”

It was as if the documents in his hand were a thousand times more important than him.

Qilian was finally calmed down by a gentle expression of concern.

The black trousers were so straight and close to the hem of the pure white skirt next to them that it seemed as if they could intertwine with the slightest movement. Qi Lian's eyes trembled slightly, and he quickly looked away.

upstairs.

Seeing that the person had finally left, Song Hengjue picked up the phone, stood up, and dialed the number he knew by heart.

"Song Hengjue? What is it?" After a long time, Yang Qingheng's voice finally came from the other end, sounding somewhat indifferent.

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, his unhappiness over the past few days almost causing him to lose control of his tone: "Does my contacting you necessarily mean I have something to say? Have you forgotten our relationship?"

At this point, he felt somewhat frustrated. He had refrained from making a phone call, but it seemed the woman had truly forgotten about him.

Does that mean she will never contact him if he doesn't make that call?

Yang Qingheng got off the car with her luggage, nodded politely to the driver, and gave him the money.

"I didn't mean that. I just didn't want to bother you because you're busy."

"Don't want to bother me? I think you clearly don't want me to bother you," Song Hengjue said angrily. "In all these days, you haven't even thought of calling me once."

She wasn't this distant and perfunctory when she called Tang Bainian in front of him before.

A smile flashed in Yang Qingheng's eyes as she looked up at the building in front of her: "Because there's no need."

Song Hengjue couldn't help but swear, feeling a tightness in his chest: "Because you don't care about me at all."

There was no woman's voice on the other end of the phone for a long time, as if she thought he was being unreasonable and didn't want to talk to him at all.

Song Hengjue's expression cracked; he was almost furious. He grabbed the car keys from the table and rushed downstairs.

When the secretary saw him come out, she quickly caught up with him, holding a document: "Mr. Song, there is an urgent document."

Song Hengjue didn't even glance at it, pushed the document aside, and looked aggressive.

What a stupid document! He wants to go back to Beijing!