"Didn't you say you were going to check on product development? Why are you messing with Li Nian's project?" Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, her expression displeased.

Li Nian had been following up on this project the whole time, but the duck that was about to be eaten flew away, no wonder he was so furious.

"He's incompetent." Song Hengjue looked away as she defended Li Nian, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Fang Nan looked at Song Hengjue's awkward appearance and felt disappointed. He should have said it out loud, otherwise how would anyone know? In his anxiety, he blurted out, "He's just angry because Li Nian has been giving you so many troubles lately. Since my brother is protecting you, you shouldn't scold him."

Besides, having just kicked Mo Ying out, it was the perfect time to make an example of him. Using Li Nian to warn them would only make those shareholders more obedient, Fang Nan muttered to himself.

"Stop talking nonsense." Song Hengjue was annoyed and gave him a cold look, his ears burning.

He gritted his teeth and went back to deduct half of Fang Nan's salary.

I never expected it to be for this reason.

Yang Qingheng's eyelashes trembled, and she looked up at Song Hengjue, her sharp eyebrows softening: "I'm not blaming you, I just think there's a better way to handle this. While using Li Nian as a scapegoat can certainly have a deterrent effect, in the eyes of those shareholders, Li Nian is still on our side. This not only chills the hearts of your supporters, but also makes your adversaries desperate and retaliatory."

Mo Ying is gone, and there's no guarantee that there won't be another Li Ying or Zhang Ying. These shareholders are now leaderless. What we should do is slowly close the net, rather than pushing them to the brink and creating another Li Ying or Zhang Ying.

Fang Nan suddenly realized, his eyes lighting up. For the first time, he discovered how simplistic his thoughts were, and he couldn't hide his admiration when he looked at Yang Qingheng.

The gaze was so intense that Song Hengjue ignored his slight displeasure, opened the door and pushed him out: "It's working hours now, don't even think about slacking off in my office, get out."

You heartless bastard, have you forgotten who just spoke up for you?

Fang Nan couldn't believe it. He pointed at Song Hengjue, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. He slapped himself across the face. He should have known that those damned capitalists were the most unsympathetic people in the world!

With only the two of them left in the office, Song Hengjue's stiff back relaxed a bit, and he lowered his eyes, resting his chin on Yang Qingheng's shoulder: "Have I caused trouble again?"

"What are you saying?" Yang Qingheng chuckled and patted his head. "You're angry because you care about me, and I'm overjoyed."

Song Hengjue felt a gentle touch on his head and froze on the spot for a moment.

She seemed to have never been so gentle with him before, except during the time he had amnesia. That was out of pity for him, which was different from now.

Yang Qingheng looked at him with surprise, his thin lips slightly parted, and awkwardly looked away, feeling a little embarrassed, since this was never her style.

She hadn't forgotten what Song Hengjue said that morning. Love is a process of exchanging emotional value. He had been wholeheartedly devoted to her and had always been good to her. On the contrary, she had been busy with work in the capital and hadn't made him feel her feelings when they spent time together. She definitely needed to improve in this aspect.

"Alright, stop clinging to me like a leech. We still have to go to the factory. Hurry up and go. I don't want to work overtime with you tonight." She nudged the back of his head.

"No, you have to wait for me even if you have to work overtime." Song Hengjue said unhappily, but his eyes had never been so wide, sparkling with a kind of joyful light, and he kept turning back to look at me.

Yang Qingheng was just saying it; naturally, she wouldn't leave him behind. She finished her work and went to the factory to pick him up herself.

"Why are you here?" Song Hengjue was clearly delighted to see him, and ran out without even taking off her gloves.

Yang Qingheng disgustedly ripped off his black gloves, which were covered in gasoline: "Are you off work yet? Go eat." She took a handkerchief and vigorously rubbed his face a couple of times, wiping off a greasy stain.

There are two troublemakers in the house, and she doesn't want to eat with them. If they flip the table, it will not only make it difficult for the housekeeper to clean up, but it will also ruin her appetite.

Song Hengjue let her do as she pleased, not minding her rough movements at all, which made his face turn red. He followed closely behind her, saying, "You've come at just the right time; I was just about to leave work."

A group of engineers were dumbfounded.

Didn't we just say that no one is allowed to leave work until a solution is reached...?

"So what do we do now?" a newcomer asked timidly. "Shall we continue the discussion?"

"What are you discussing? Didn't you hear the boss tell us to go out for dinner?" The lead engineer glanced at him, looking completely dumbfounded.

The others found it amusing and grabbed the newcomer by the neck, forcibly pulling him towards the canteen: "Little Li, let me tell you, work is never-ending. If you're not enthusiastic about eating, there's something wrong with your thinking, you know?"

Xiao Li scratched the back of his head and looked back at Song Hengjue. He was surprised to find that President Song was quite amiable in his personal life.

"Give us a private room, the innermost room on the second floor," Yang Qingheng said to the receptionist after glancing around at the surroundings.

Turning around, she noticed Song Hengjue staring blankly at something. She raised an eyebrow: "What are you looking at?"

Song Hengjue suddenly snapped out of his daze, stepped aside to block her view, and put his arm around her shoulder as they went upstairs: "I'm hungry, let's go upstairs and eat."

Yang Qingheng was led along by his large strides, assuming he was just starving and didn't suspect anything. After taking a few steps, she reached for her bag, broke free from his embrace, and said, "My phone is in the car. You go up first, I'll go get it."

Song Hengjue's brow twitched, and he opened his mouth, but Yang Qingheng had already met Zhong Yan's gaze behind him. She exclaimed in surprise, "Zhong Yan! What are you doing here?"

They haven't seen each other for several months since she came to Hainan Province. Sun Rong said he resigned from his company, and she was thinking of going back to ask him why when she graduated.

After all, Mu Xiaoxiao knew Zhong Yan through her. If Zhong Yan left the company because of Mu Xiaoxiao, then she would be truly guilty and should apologize to him properly.

Zhong Yan's cool and aloof expression softened instantly: "I still don't have any ideas for my graduation project. I've heard that the scenery here in Hainan Province is quite nice. I'm coming to stay for a while to relax and see if there are any suitable jobs here. I'd like to develop my career here after graduation."

"Then I wish you inspiration soon." Yang Qingheng nodded, instantly understanding the reason for his resignation. She breathed a sigh of relief and was genuinely happy for him.

Haihe Province has developed well in recent years, so it would be good for him to work here.

Zhong Yan nodded to Song Hengjue, then looked gently at Yang Qingheng: "Is this your husband, senior? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

"No, no, he's just my fiancé right now, but it'll be soon," Yang Qingheng said, taking Song Hengjue's hand as she introduced him. "You might have seen him at the company. Meeting him is fate. Why don't we have dinner together? I didn't invite you to dinner when we got engaged, so let's make up for it this time."

fiancé……

Zhong Yan met Song Hengjue's darkening face and nodded happily: "Thank you for spending money, senior."