Song Hengjue: ...

Yang Qingheng was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing, raising her eyebrows slightly: "Oh, looking at this so late at night? What, is it good?"

She said that this person was acting strangely and stammering tonight, and it turned out he was doing something bad.

If it were Song Hengjue from later generations, he could have easily made a few shameless excuses and let it go, but the person in front of him only has the memory of being seventeen years old.

I had never received any knowledge about this before, let alone being caught red-handed by my first love. It was incredibly embarrassing.

My brain exploded with a bang, and I frantically watched TV.

However, the more panicked she became, the more confused she got. She didn't know where she pressed, and instead of turning it off, the volume went up even more.

Song Hengjue felt a chill run down his spine. Hearing Yang Qingheng's laughter from beside him, he wished he could just die right now.

In his agitation, he lost his mind and ended up picking up a water glass and splashing it at the disc player.

Song Hengjue clutched his heart, his first thought not being that the disc player was broken, but that the world had finally become quiet.

Looking at his dazed expression, Yang Qingheng found it rather endearing. She raised her chin and said, "What, are you afraid that if I force myself on you, you won't feel ashamed, so you're secretly researching techniques here? Hmm?"

"No." Song Hengjue was embarrassed and angry, his face turning as red as if he had a fever.

They would never admit it.

“Oh~” Yang Qingheng said meaningfully, “If it’s not researching technology, then it is…” She glanced down.

Song Hengjue was filled with shame and indignation. Looking at her opening and closing mouth, he impulsively covered her mouth with his own, and the world finally became quiet.

Afterwards, both of them were out of breath.

Yang Qingheng touched her mouth, unplugged the power cord, hugged her pillow, got into bed, and patted the empty space next to her: "Let's sleep."

If you keep teasing him, he might be so embarrassed that he'll run away from home and not dare to see her for several days.

She guessed right. Song Hengjue wanted to get out of her sight immediately, but since he had lost his memory, he had nowhere to go and could only obediently turn off the lights and climb into bed.

The quilt was filled with the woman's faint fragrance, lingering in my nostrils, and I could faintly feel a source of warmth behind me.

Song Hengjue's body stiffened, and he dared not move.

My mind is filled with what I just saw.

The thought of Yang Qingheng treating him the same way later made his tailbone feel weak.

However, half an hour passed, and Song Hengjue, whose muscles were so stiff he was exhausted, still didn't notice the slightest movement from the woman behind him. He couldn't tell whether he felt disappointed or relieved.

That's a misperception; did this woman really come here to sleep?

Song Hengjue turned around and found that the woman had closed her eyes at some point.

The moonlight outlined her gentle features, making her look almost unreal.

He pressed his heart; it was pounding wildly.

"Can't sleep? Couldn't sleep yesterday either?" Yang Qingheng opened her eyes, clearly not sleepy at all.

Caught red-handed, Song Hengjue's infatuated expression vanished in a fluster, but he still answered truthfully, "A little, it seems like I'm not sleepy every day. But I feel very tired."

I feel empty and exhausted.

He didn't know what he was tired of or what he felt empty about; he just felt weak.

Song Hengjue didn't say anything after that.

After reviewing the information, Yang Qingheng could roughly guess his current state. She reached out and pulled his head into her arms, gently patting his back with her soft palm, as if coaxing a child: "Do you want to hear a story?"

She...she...how could she do this!

A sharp crackling sound came from Song Hengjue's mind, but his body remained obedient, nestled in her arms without moving.

Yang Qingheng didn't hear his reply and continued speaking to herself: "When I first arrived in the capital, the south had already begun to open up, and some merchants were gradually appearing, but..."

The voice was calm, carrying a gentle quality that could soothe the heart.

Song Hengjue listened to her story of how she rose to wealth, his eyes glued to her: "And then, did they bully you?"

"Yes, I did, but I solved it in no time." Yang Qingheng paused her hand on his back, smiled, not wanting him to know anything else, and then continued.

At first, Song Hengjue listened with great interest, and the delicate fragrance emanating from her body brought him an unprecedented sense of calm. But as she became famous, his eyelids began to droop.

When Yang Qingheng peeked out, he had already fallen asleep, his large, well-defined hands resting comfortably on her waist.

Yang Qingheng fell silent, gently pressed her soft lips to his forehead, yawned, and fell asleep.

Song Hengjue hadn't had such a good night's sleep in a long time. He woke up feeling refreshed the next day and even drank an extra bowl of porridge for breakfast. The housekeeper who cooked at home said that Song Hengjue had a good appetite today.

Yang Qingheng timed it perfectly and didn't leave until after 10 o'clock. Song Hengjue insisted on getting into the car with her.

The two did not go to the company today, but instead had the driver take them to the factory.

"I thought Mr. Yang wasn't coming. Why are so many elders waiting for you? Was it the same at your previous company?" one shareholder said sarcastically.

Yang Qingheng remembered him; when Mo Ying was asked to sit in Song Hengjue's seat, he was the one who received the most support.

With a forced smile, he glanced at his watch and said, "The agreed time was 10:30, but it's 10:20 now. Is my time different from yours? Well, that's my fault. I was dealing with Haili's project documents this morning before coming here. I didn't expect to be late. I'm so sorry."

The words, neither too soft nor too hard, successfully silenced the shareholder, who awkwardly shut his mouth.

They're all colleagues, yet he uses his seniority to pressure her.

Yang Qingheng sneered inwardly.

Li Nian, who was watching the show from the sidelines, stood up straight the moment he heard the name "Hai Li". He noticed Yang Qingheng's subtle gaze and immediately realized what was going on.

This is a subtle tactic, forcing him to take a stand; this project is the sweet reward.

Without hesitation, he chuckled lightly, "I think the time is right. Mr. Yang is a little early. Uncle Zhang, why is your watch not telling time? You'll have to have the staff fix it for you later. What kind of person is such a big shareholder if he's wearing a watch that doesn't tell time? Don't let your business partners laugh at you."

The shareholder was already feeling aggrieved after being rebuffed by Yang Qingheng's mild words, and now that Li Nian had added insult to injury, he was even more furious.

How did this little beast end up siding with that damn Yang Qingheng?

"Alright, it's normal for Mr. Zhang to misread the time at his age. Can't you, as his junior, be more understanding? With the way you do things, I seriously doubt whether you can really handle the company's affairs properly." Mo Ying looked Yang Qingheng up and down, his eyes full of contempt.

Yang Qingheng frowned. After all, he was a shareholder of the company, and it was inappropriate for her to continue to pester him. She could only swallow her anger.

“Mr. Zhang is getting on in years, we really should be more considerate. I think we should give him a two-month leave so he can take good care of himself at home,” Song Hengjue suddenly said as he pushed open the door and came downstairs.