Yang Qingheng put her index finger to her lips, pointed to the door, signaling him to be quiet, and then walked over and said softly, "Before I leave, I will try to arrange everything for the next period of time. Then, I will stay in the company for a few more days under some pretext. You should stay by Song Hengjue's side at all times and it is best not to let him handle anything in the company alone."

Let's keep it a secret for as long as we can.

Yang Qingheng sighed.

If Song Hengjue doesn't regain his memory, it's only a matter of time before his secret is exposed.

"Wow, this chair is so comfortable." Gao Xiao'e was amazed by the luxury inside the car as soon as she got in. She touched and looked at everything, not stopping for a moment.

Her face was pale; she truly hadn't expected that this wretched girl was living such a good life in private!

Thinking back to her frugal life in Xishan Town, Gao Xiao'e's eyes flashed with resentment.

Yang Cheng couldn't hide his excitement. How rich that little bitch is now! This car looks so luxurious, even the county magistrate's car isn't as good as this!

He drives this car back to Xishan Town for a few rounds, and I wonder how many envious glances he'll attract.

Yang Cheng smiled smugly, without giving any thought to whether Yang Qingheng was willing or not.

In his subconscious, no matter how much money Yang Qingheng had, it was all for him to spend. He was the only son of the Yang family, the only heir of the Yang family.

The driver in the front seat frowned almost imperceptibly as he looked at the marks left on the seat by the two people's fingernails. This Miss Yang, who has such a civilized attitude even with her boyfriend, how did she end up with these kinds of relatives?

The two got out of the car and stared at the understated yet luxurious villa without blinking. They exchanged a glance, their eyes shining, and walked over with their faces beaming.

"Madam, young master, please change your shoes." The housekeeper had just received a call from Yang Qingheng and knew who the two people in front of her were, so she warmly brought out two pairs of slippers.

"Why change your shoes? All you do as a nanny is mop the floor and serve people." Gao Xiao'e rolled her eyes, swaggered in, and plopped down on the sofa.

"Hurry up and pour some tea." Yang Cheng was very dissatisfied when he saw that she didn't move and spoke in a harsh tone.

This little nanny, does she dare to look down on them?

The aunt looked at the two rows of mud stains on the ground, a vein bulging on her forehead, and her smile faded, but she still obediently poured them tea.

Now I understand why Miss Yang said she wanted to give her a raise.

That's right, we need a raise. What did Miss Yang say again... compensation for emotional distress? That's right, making her serve this kind of tyrant every day would drive even a non-neurotic person crazy.

A pair of eyes upstairs watched the farce unfolding below.

Song Hengjue held the phone, his voice gentle and honest: "Yes, I'll listen to you. I won't go downstairs and let them see that I have amnesia."

"I'm afraid you'll be bullied by them," Yang Qingheng said, amused.

After thinking about it, I shook my head helplessly, feeling that this advice wasn't really necessary.

With Song Hengjue's inherited sharp tongue, it's hard to say who will be the one who gets angry the most.

"Madam, young master, let me show you the rooms. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, I can make adjustments accordingly," the housekeeper said as she dried her hands on her apron after they had finished eating and drinking.

Upon hearing this, the two became excited and, before the aunt could even lead them, they quickly started walking upstairs on their own.

"This is the guest room. It's cleaned every week, so you can just move in. It's fully equipped with toiletries. If you need anything else, just let me know. I heard you've come all this way and must be tired, so I won't disturb your rest." The aunt carefully reminded her, secretly relieved.

These two kept calling her a servant, as if they wanted her to be around them 24/7. She really couldn't take it anymore, and finally she could have some peace and quiet.