She had been observing this girl the whole way and found that she was exceptionally good with words and quite talented. It would be wonderful if she could join their sales department.

"Me?" The young woman was surprised when she saw the business card in her hand. She quickly bowed and said, "Mr. Yang, thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"Okay, come to my company for an interview after you sign this contract. I'll let the HR department know," Yang Qingheng said after a moment's thought.

Yes, she's moving the company's factory to Hai Province.

Labor costs in Beijing are too high, and she had been thinking about this for a while. She came to see the house today to settle her employees.

After all, she didn't even own a house, so why should she demand that the factory's management come to Hai Province with her?

Even Yang Qingheng herself didn't realize that the idea of ​​relocating the factory was only made after she discovered that Song Hengjue was sick.

The two were serious about developing their relationship this time, with marriage in mind. Since Song Hengjue felt insecure, she came to Hai Province to stay by his side, which could be considered as giving him peace of mind.

When they got downstairs, Yang Qingheng hailed a tricycle for her. Just as she was about to hail one for herself, she heard a car horn and raised an eyebrow in surprise at Li Nian.

"Were they waiting for me?"

Li Nian reached out and opened the car door for her, gesturing for her to get in: "Otherwise?"

Yang Qingheng stared thoughtfully at the back of his head.

Rather than believing he meant well, you might as well believe pigs can fly.

"Lunchtime is over, the date is over," Li Nian said casually, leaning against the car and raising his chin. "So, Mr. Yang, wasn't I good to you?"

Yang Qingheng glanced at the time; it was one o'clock, indeed past lunchtime. She gave him a dismissive look and said, "Spit it out."

“You’re really rude,” Li Nian said, reaching for the car to start it and glancing at the rearview mirror. “That new project at the company…”

Yang Qingheng scoffed: "Don't even think about it."

Li Nian awkwardly shut his mouth.

How stingy.

I forgot to tell Song Hengjue, and I don't know if he's waiting for me to eat.

Yang Qingheng stared out the window, lost in thought, a smile unconsciously curving her lips upwards. The car had already stopped outside the yard.

"Thanks." She waved her hand, her steps light and cheerful.

He frowned when he noticed the person following him: "Why is President Li following me instead of going to dinner?"

Li Nian's gaze lingered on the door of the house for a second before quickly shifting to her face, teasingly saying, "I've been running around with you all day, and Mr. Yang won't even offer me a cup of tea?"

“We don’t have the habit of drinking tea in our family. If you want to drink tea, you should go to a restaurant.” Yang Qingheng didn’t give him any face at all.

However, Li Nian was a shameless person. No matter what she said, he followed her in with a brazen attitude, saying that plain water would be fine if there was no tea.

Yang Qingheng thought of Song Hengjue at home, and her eyelids twitched, but refusing again would seem like trying to cover up the truth, so she could only grit her teeth and agree.

He walked to the door first, intending to inform Song Hengjue in advance, but unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened from the inside as soon as he got close.

Song Hengjue had been waiting behind the door for an unknown amount of time when he suddenly hugged her shoulders tightly, his voice filled with undisguised joy: "You're back."

During this time, the two shared a bed and often hugged each other. He had long since lost his initial embarrassment and unease, and became even more clingy than before he lost his memory, wishing he could pull up her pants even when he went to the toilet.

Yang Qingheng patted his lower back: "We have guests."