"Don't be so polite." Yang Qingheng shook her head and led the two upstairs.

"Didn't Sun Rong tell you the address of your new company? We're friends, after all. If we hadn't run into each other, I wouldn't have known you were in Hai Province too." Yang Qingheng put down the menu and said kindly. After all, they were from the same school and had helped her a lot, so she had a good impression of this junior brother.

Zhong Yan had been waiting for this sentence, and somewhat embarrassed, he avoided her gaze: "I originally wanted to find a place to stay first and make arrangements before treating you to a meal, but I didn't expect that several days have passed and I still haven't found a suitable place to stay."

“You should have come directly to me about renting a place,” Yang Qingheng said helplessly. With his quiet and gentle personality, he seemed easy to bully, and the landlord would definitely have quoted an inflated price. Moreover, since he wasn’t a local, the landlord would have taken advantage of him even more.

"Are you free, senior? Would it be too much trouble?" Zhong Yan asked, feeling embarrassed.

The more polite he was, the more Yang Qingheng thought he was a good person. She immediately made a decision: "I think you shouldn't keep staying in hotels. I have a staff dormitory. You can stay with them for a few days. I'll have someone find you a new place to live."

She had already made up her mind to let Zhong Yan continue living in the staff dormitory. Firstly, she knew about Zhong Yan's family situation; his parents were in poor health and spent money everywhere, inevitably leading to financial difficulties. Secondly, she really admired Zhong Yan's abilities and hoped that he would continue to work for her company. If he developed feelings for one of the employees and decided to stay with her company, she would be genuinely happy.

How shameless!

Song Hengjue was anxious; he had felt something was wrong from the moment he saw Zhong Yan.

Fang Nan had mentioned this person before, and now he just happened to be at the place where they were eating. He didn't believe it was just a coincidence. Hainan Province is so big, how could it be such a coincidence?

She immediately asked him if he was married to Yang Qingheng, and then asked Yang Qingheng to find him a house. Isn't this obviously an attempt to steal him away?

He quickly interjected, "He's looking for inspiration by looking at the scenery, why don't he move to the Baiyang Villa area? I have a house there that's currently empty."

"Baiyang is by the sea, which is quite nice. Zhong Yan, why don't you consider it?" Yang Qingheng's smile faded. She really wanted to slap Song Hengjue on the head. She had already agreed to it. Why was he being so kind? If she let go of such a good employee she had just gotten, she would definitely be furious with him.

Zhong Yan's eyes darkened, and he smiled gratefully, but a closer look would reveal that there was no smile in his eyes at all, and even some displeasure: "Mr. Song is too kind. I have never liked the sea since I was a child, so I will stay in the staff dormitory."

Bai Yang lives dozens of kilometers away, a two-hour drive away. He must be out of his mind to go there.

Zhong Yan quickly glanced at the top of Yang Qingheng's head.

Song Hengjue noticed the covetous look in his eyes and was furious. However, having been tricked by Tang Bainian several times before, he had some experience and did not explode. Instead, he lowered his eyes and said, "It's rare for Qingheng to have a classmate here. I originally wanted to treat you well. Since you don't like it, then we will do it according to your wishes."

After hearing this, anyone would think that what he said earlier was out of affection for Yang Qingheng's classmate, and that he wanted to be nice to her.

Yang Qingheng felt a warmth in her heart and took his hand in hers under the table: "Yes, Zhong Yan, if you have any problems, it's the same whether you come to me or Heng Jue. There are some things you can't tell me, but you can tell him."

He shouldn't talk so much!

Zhong Yan's cheeks tightened as he nodded to Song Hengjue, "Then thank you, Mr. Song."

"No need to thank me. Husband and wife are one. We're getting married soon, and you must come to attend, junior." Song Hengjue extended a warm invitation, every word of which was like a knife stabbing into Zhong Yan's chest.

Zhong Yan found the food tasteless and, seizing the opportunity, made an excuse and took his leave. Otherwise, he was afraid that Song Hengjue would drive him crazy here.

Song Hengjue snorted and considerately served Yang Qingheng some food: "What else would you like to eat? I'll ask the waiter to add more."

"Alright, alright, I'm full." Yang Qingheng shook her head repeatedly, rubbing her stomach, not understanding why he was so keen on feeding her; if she ate any more, she would really throw up.

The two strolled around outside for a long time to digest their food, and it was already past 8 p.m. when they got home.

"...What right do you, a servant, have to speak to me? Do whatever I tell you to do. I am Yang Qingheng's own brother. I can eat whatever I want!"

As soon as I entered, I heard Yang Cheng cursing loudly inside.

He kept calling everyone "servant," and even the old landlords who exploited peasants in the old society couldn't be as mean as him.

Auntie realized yesterday that these two were no good people at all, and were enemies of Miss Yang. They must have bullied Miss Yang before, so she gave him even less of a friendly look.

Unresponsive to any advice: "Mr. Yang, Miss Yang instructed me this morning that since you and your mother are both ill and cannot eat anything too stimulating, she has been asking me to cook plain porridge for the past few days. This is for your own good, and I hope you will consider your health."

She kept saying she was thinking of him, which almost made him furious.

"You bully who relies on his master's power! I'm that good-for-nothing's own brother. Do you think she'd listen to me or a servant like you? Believe me, when she gets back, I'll have her kick you out." Yang Cheng threatened, pointing his finger at her nose.

"Who are you going to drive away?" Yang Qingheng crossed her arms and watched Yang Cheng like she was watching a show.

The aunt was surprised and reached out to take the bag from her hand.

Yang Qingheng smiled and nodded, then reached for the slippers and put them on: "Auntie, didn't I say you get off work at seven o'clock from now on? Go home on time from now on." It'll save you from staying here and getting upset.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Qingheng from now on." The aunt beamed with joy, her fondness for Yang Qingheng growing even stronger.

I feel even more disgusted with these two shameless relatives.

Miss Yang is such a good person, how could she have such a brother and mother?

It's true that bad bamboo produces good shoots.

Yang Cheng was shocked that Yang Qingheng herself had overheard his words, and his face turned pale and then red with embarrassment.

Then came anger: "Yang Qingheng, what do you mean? Our mother is so old, and you're letting her eat this stuff? Believe me or not, I'll go to that damn newspaper tomorrow and tell them you're abusing the elderly and looking down on us poor relatives."

Seeing Yang Qingheng's face darken, he raised his chin triumphantly and sneered. He refused to believe that he couldn't deal with her.

Does she really think she can escape their control after leaving them for a few years? Has she forgotten how she used to fawn over them?

“Oh, I think the newspaper is more interested in you…” She slowly leaned close to Yang Cheng’s ear and whispered a few words.

Yang Cheng's face suddenly turned pale, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

She actually knew! When did she find out? He kept it so well hidden, even Gao Xiao'e didn't know.