She grabbed his ear and said, "Get up right now."

Song Hengjue was still caught up in his emotions, his mind was working slowly, so he did whatever she said. He obediently let her lead him to sit on the sofa, his body still trembling from crying so intensely.

Yang Qingheng was truly speechless. She forced back the tears she had just held back and spat at him, "You're still crying? What right do you have to cry? I didn't even cry when I was bullied, but you, a bastard, are acting all wronged."

Song Hengjue belatedly felt embarrassed and buried his face in her neck, refusing to come out.

After Yang Qingheng forced him to explain, she was at a loss for words, speechless: "That's all ancient history. You're so petty, you still remember it now."

"Why can't I remember?" Song Hengjue bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "In my past life, you never treated me this gently, not even knitting me a scarf! You never bought me anything! Why don't I get the treatment of that pretty boy? What am I lacking? Tell me! What am I lacking!"

Yang Qingheng touched her nose: "Can't you buy it yourself?"

"Oh, so your pretty boy doesn't need to buy it himself." Song Hengjue said with a forced smile.

Ultimately, I still didn't take him to heart.

Rather than saying Yang Qingheng's feelings for him were love, it would be more accurate to say they were moved or simply a matter of habit.

Even if it wasn't him by her side all these years, but any other man, she would still choose to be with that person.

He wasn't unique; Yang Qingheng had never truly loved him the way she loved Gu Yi.

This realization made Song Hengjue inexplicably irritable and depressed, but he had no outlet for his frustration.

He even started to feel jealous of that bastard Gu Yi again, just like he had twenty years ago. At least that man had received Yang Qingheng's most sincere feelings.

Song Hengjue knew that he was becoming increasingly greedy.

He used to only ask that she stay by his side forever, but now he's starting to care about the purity of her feelings.

He wished her love could be as passionate as his, but he knew perfectly well that this wish could never be fulfilled in this lifetime.

"Hey, how can a grown man like you be so stingy?" Yang Qingheng slammed her hand on the table. Seeing that she couldn't be appeased, she became angry and embarrassed, and gave up on doing the job.

See? She can speak softly and gently to a stranger, but she's always impatient with him.

Song Hengjue's eyelids trembled slightly, concealing the disappointment in his eyes, and he forced a seemingly normal smile: "Just kidding, I don't like that neck-wrapping thing either."

I thought that was the end of it, but I didn't expect Song Hengjue's mood to be so low for the rest of the day.

The secretaries didn't dare to breathe loudly, and only breathed a slight sigh of relief after Song Hengjue left.

"I'm not saying this to be mean, but President Song's face looks terrifying, like a ghost." One person patted his chest.

A colleague pointed towards the conference room downstairs: "I heard that some shareholders were plotting to seize power downstairs this morning. No wonder they looked so grim."

"What happened? Tell me about it." The others, curious, crowded around to listen to the gossip.

"You guys have a lot of free time?"

As the group was chatting animatedly, a sinister male voice came from behind them, startling them into a cold sweat. They awkwardly greeted Li Nian, "Young Master Li."

He hurriedly returned to his seat.

Li Nian coldly pushed open the door to Song Hengjue's office with a menacing air.