"You're really my ancestor!" What could Yang Qingheng do? She had lived two lives; could she possibly argue with a high school student? With a dark face, she called Fang Nan to buy the materials and send them over.

Song Hengjue rested his fist on his chin, watching her fuss with a relaxed expression, a hint of pleasure in his eyes.

However, Yang Qingheng was unaware that this was just the beginning; Song Hengjue had all sorts of other ways to torment people.

Whether he was genuinely impatient or not, he would stare at her absentmindedly almost every half hour and then make all sorts of pretentious demands.

Yang Qingheng, unable to bear it any longer, smashed the cookies on the table with her fist, her face as cold as ice: "What, do you think the ones I feed you taste better?"

Song Hengjue, who was leaning out to catch the biscuit, almost got hit by the blunder. He sheepishly pulled his head back and said, "I've cooperated with you so much, and I don't even get this little bit of benefit. Forget it, I quit."

He pushed the chair aside and left.

How could she not have known he could be such a rebellious monster when he was young!

Yang Qingheng was so enraged she almost screamed, her face dark and menacing: "Song Hengjue, you think I can't handle you?!"

Song Hengjue was determined to stick to his guns and tried to squeeze through the handle.

They're taking her for a sick cat if they don't make a sound!

Yang Qingheng slammed her hand on the door, making a loud noise, and choked out, "...It's just feeding you a few cookies, do you think I'm that petty?"

A triumphant glint flashed in Song Hengjue's eyes.

Yang Qingheng felt like she was going crazy all morning, constantly touching her stomach. Finally, a knock on the door broke the torturous atmosphere.

Fang Nan pushed open the door and came in: "I don't know why the shareholders all came. They said they wanted to have a meeting."

Yang Qingheng suddenly looked up and met his gaze; both of them had unease in their eyes.

The shareholders all arrived in an orderly fashion, but President Song Hengjue had not received any notification, which made him fear that the visitors had ill intentions.

When the three arrived at the meeting room, the other shareholders were already seated at the lower end of the table, and the room was eerily quiet.

Dozens of eyes were watching. Song Hengjue's fingers twitched slightly, and the subtle change was clearly transmitted to Yang Qingheng's hand. Her warm and soft fingertips pressed soothingly on the back of his hand.

Song Hengjue nodded to her, pulled out a chair and sat down: "I wonder what important matter has prompted the shareholders to suddenly convene this meeting?"

"Mr. Song, do you know why we're here today?" Mo Ying let out a cold laugh, his sinister gaze fixed on his face.

Yang Qingheng casually pulled out a chair and sat down, her fingers interlaced on the table, showing no sign of panic: "The shareholders suddenly convened a meeting without informing President Song, and you yourselves can't explain why you're holding the meeting. Could it be that President Song knew about it?"

Mo Ying said meaningfully, slamming the report in his hand on the table: "Even now you're still playing dumb. I was wondering why President Song had been recuperating for so long. Turns out it was to hide his illness. If it weren't for this report, how long would you have kept us shareholders in the dark!"

"The president, a man of such high standing, didn't even consult with us shareholders about such a big matter. He simply doesn't care about the company's interests." Mo Ying's lackey slammed his fist on the table and stood up, echoing him.

Normally, such a scene would be a battle between two factions, but this time, even the shareholders who supported Song Hengjue remained silent.

They supported Song Hengjue only on the premise that their interests were protected. Now that Song Hengjue has lost his memory, he can no longer sit in this position, and supporting him is tantamount to courting death.

"What is this?" Yang Qingheng asked in surprise. She reached out and took it, examined it carefully, and then covered her lips as if she found it absurd. "Amnesia? Even if you're making up a story, you should at least come up with a better excuse. Even movies wouldn't dare to film something like this, and you actually believe it?"

"Does Mr. Yang mean that this report is forged?" The shareholders who supported Song Hengjue hesitated, glanced at Yang Qingheng, then stared intently at Song Hengjue's face, meeting a pair of dark and indifferent eyes, and awkwardly looked away.

This certainly doesn't look like someone with amnesia.

Having lost several years of memories, the man in front of me was only a few years old back then, a greenhorn just entering society, from an ordinary family. Even if he was exceptionally talented, he wouldn't have this kind of aura.

"Otherwise?" The man, who had been silent until now, finally opened his thin lips lazily.

The shareholders exchanged glances, a chill running down their spines.

idiot.

Li Nian, who had been standing in the corner, sneered: "Whether it's true or not can't be judged based on just what Young Master Yang and General Manager Song say. After all, we don't trust two liars at all."

After clapping their hands, a middle-aged man in a white coat was pushed in.

Dr. Li stiffened at the scene, glanced at Li Nian subconsciously, and forced himself to speak: "I can testify that although Mr. Song repeatedly instructed that the hospital did not have a copy, I kept this report in order to preserve evidence and avoid any trouble that might arise. This report is genuine."

She was so guilty that she didn't dare to look up at Song Hengjue even once.

Yang Qingheng's cheeks tightened, and her gaze swept towards Song Hengjue with a deep look.

The doctors who used to examine him were all private doctors she had arranged, and it was always done in secrecy. This Dr. Li in front of him was clearly the one he had secretly gone to the hospital to find that day.

They have absolutely no sense of contractual obligation; they can't even keep things confidential after taking the money.

Song Hengjue silently looked away, avoiding eye contact with her.

"The evidence is conclusive, and you still want to lie to us!" Mo Ying slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

Li Nian echoed, looking at Yang Qingheng provocatively: "Are you going to say that this doctor is also a fake?"

Mo Ying's lackey was quick to understand and immediately sighed, "We are also very saddened by President Song's situation, but the company is not a place for sentimentality. I think President Song's condition makes it unsuitable for him to continue in this position..."

Another person said, "If we're going to put forward a new president, I think Director Mo would be a good choice. Director Mo has been dedicated to the company for so many years, and he handles things exceptionally well. We would all feel at ease entrusting the company to him."

A group of people chimed in.

The shareholders who supported Song Hengjue were naturally unwilling. They knew exactly what kind of person Mo Ying was; he was a power manipulator who wouldn't act without personal gain and had no sense of the big picture. If the company fell into his hands, it would be doomed sooner or later.

However, more than half of the shareholders have already expressed their approval, so even if they are unhappy, they dare not voice their opposition.

Otherwise, the new official's first act of reprimand would be directed at them.

"Since everyone thinks I'm capable, then I'll accept the offer without hesitation. In the days to come, I will definitely work hard to lead Boxiang to a wider world." Mo Ying stood up, feigning humility, his face beaming.

Several lackeys stood up to offer their congratulations, creating a joyous atmosphere.

Yang Qingheng clenched her fingers under the table, then suddenly released them, letting out a weak sigh.

They still couldn't keep them.