"Entering the office without knocking? Didn't Chairman Li teach you manners?" Yang Qingheng indifferently shifted her gaze from the old desktop computer, looking mockingly at Li Nian at the door.

"Why should you give Hai Li's project to someone else?" Li Nian slammed the door shut, making the secretary's office outside shake. The secretaries exchanged worried glances, and Xiao Li in the corner ran downstairs.

"When did the company decide that the Haili project would automatically be yours, CEO Li?" Yang Qingheng raised her finger and slowly pressed the power button on her computer, a hint of mockery lurking in her indifferent eyes.

Li Nian clearly sensed her disdainful attitude, which made him even angrier. Gone was his usual pretense. The chair next to him flew against the wall with a loud crash, making a terrifying sound of shattering.

He grabbed Yang Qingheng by the collar, the disparity in strength between men and women becoming particularly apparent at that moment: "You think you can just use me and then throw me away? Don't you even know if you can handle this?"

His furious appearance left no doubt that he could irrationally smash his fist into Yang Qingheng's face in the next second and use force to suppress everything.

Instead of being afraid, Yang Qingheng laughed, gripping his wrists with both hands. The force was not strong, just like her words, but it felt like hitting Li Nian's heart hard: "Young President Li, you want to lay a hand on your superior? You'd better think carefully about the consequences."

Assaulting the CEO—that reason, if used properly, would be enough for Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue to kick him out of the company, and Li Nian certainly knew that.

He never even considered it. He deliberately chose to come after Song Hengjue had gone out, just to teach this arrogant woman a lesson.

Unexpectedly, this woman remained completely unmoved by force.

Li Nian felt somewhat frustrated. The next second, the office door was violently broken open, and Song Hengjue appeared with disheveled hair and his tie askew, looking completely disheveled.

The veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the chair, bulged. He looked Yang Qingheng up and down, and the violent rage in his eyes subsided slightly. He casually threw the chair on the ground, and it scraped against the coffee table with a sharp, piercing sound.

"Let go." His voice was icy cold, still carrying lingering anger.

Just as Li Nian let go, Song Hengjue pulled Yang Qingheng into his arms, holding her wrist and turning it over and over. A red pinch mark on her fair skin was particularly glaring.

His lips, which had just parted, instantly snapped into a straight line, and his face turned terrifyingly gloomy.

"What, is bullying women all you're good for?" Song Hengjue pushed Yang Qingheng down onto the sofa, grabbed Li Nian by the collar, slammed his face against the table, and whispered coldly in his ear, "I did this, why don't you come and settle the score with me? Huh? You think you're so great?"

The humiliating posture filled Li Nian with immense shame, but even with his desperate struggles, he couldn't budge Song Hengjue an inch. The cold temperature on his face seemed to mock his overestimation of his own strength.

However, just a minute before, he had used the same method to intimidate Yang Qingheng, and this realization added to his sense of humiliation.

Song Hengjue did it on purpose! A clear thought popped into Li Nian's mind.

"Alright, let him go," Yang Qingheng said slowly, stopping him when she saw that it was almost time. "He's a shareholder of the company, you should give him some face."

The words were meant to be caring, but the contemptuous tone was blatant mockery, successfully infuriating the person.

Li Nian's forehead veins bulged, his eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could tear the two people in front of him to pieces. He shook off Song Hengjue's hand.

Seeing that he had already reached the door, Yang Qingheng slowly touched the hair by her ear: "Oh, by the way, don't blame me for not reminding you, the company's board members are very concerned about your marriage with Miss Li. President Li is not young anymore, and we hope that you can settle your marriage as soon as possible to salvage the company's reputation."

"Finished?" These words added to Li Nian's already aggrieved mood, and he could no longer suppress his emotions. He turned around angrily and met Song Hengjue's cold eyes and the bulging muscles on his arms. He gritted his teeth and instantly calmed down a lot.

After seeing that the person had left, Yang Qingheng put down her teacup, rubbed her arm, and clicked her tongue: "Do you think I should also go and build some muscles?"

“I think… you could hire a few more bodyguards?” Song Hengjue’s eyes flickered slightly as he avoided her gaze.

He subconsciously touched the back of his head, as if he could still faintly feel the force of her slap.

"What, are you looking down on me?" Yang Qingheng muttered, touching her firm forearm. "I can train myself, you know."

Just thinking about that feeling of power made her excited.

She's determined to work on that muscle!

That's not what he meant.

Song Hengjue opened his mouth, but then awkwardly closed it.

Fang Nan covered his face with the documents, almost bursting out laughing.

Whether Yang Qingheng genuinely couldn't see it or was pretending not to, Song Hengjue didn't think she couldn't learn it; he was clearly afraid she would commit domestic violence.

He'd seen Song Hengjue get beaten up at least three times already; if he really did build up his muscles...

Fang Nan glanced at the back of Song Hengjue's head and silently gave him a "good luck" look.

...If you really hit someone on the back of their head, wouldn't it dent completely?

Although this damn capitalist deserves to be beaten for his daily scoundrels, he doesn't deserve to die!

And who will pay his salary if he gets hurt?