"How about I have the doctor come with you to work?" Song Hengjue paced around the office several times, feeling anxious. If Yang Qingheng hadn't complained that he was too clingy at the company and ruined her image, he would have followed her every step of the way.

With so many people in the company, if someone doesn't know their own strength and gets bumped or knocked over...

Song Hengjue's face turned deathly pale; his eyelids twitched violently just thinking about it.

"Are you never going to stop? You should go see a doctor. I'm really going to get angry if you keep this up." Yang Qingheng's lips tightened, and she hung up the phone.

A meeting was disrupted by his phone call, and she was too embarrassed to continue, so she sighed, "Thank you all for your hard work, go and take care of other things."

Sun Rong came up to her: "Qing Heng, you made an appointment to meet with Boss Wan last week, should you cancel it?"

“No need,” Yang Qingheng pinched her brow. These guys have been acting like this ever since they found out she was pregnant. You'd think she had some kind of terminal illness. “Change the coffee shop to a restaurant. Just go to Qinglou.”

Sun Rong nodded and quickly went to make the arrangements.

"Mr. Wan, we really have a great understanding." Yang Qingheng greeted Wan Jinfu warmly as soon as she got out of the car.

Wan Jinfu laughed heartily: "That's right, there's no more suitable partner than us."

As soon as the receptionist heard that they had booked room number seven, she knew they were important customers and led them upstairs with great enthusiasm, introducing the restaurant's services as she did so.

"The view from this restaurant is quite nice. Miss Yang, you have excellent taste, no wonder you studied design." Wan Jinfu was a rough man who only knew how to offer compliments.

Yang Qingheng said modestly, "Mr. Wan, you flatter me..."

Before she could finish speaking, a person walked over and looked at her in surprise: "Qingheng, what are you doing here?"

The person in front of me was Gao Xiao'e, who had left home early that morning.

Yang Qingheng didn't expect to run into her here. Normally, she wouldn't even bother to glance at the two of them, but considering that Boss Wan was still there and she didn't want the situation to get awkward, she nodded and said, "I'm here to discuss cooperation. As for you, you're sick and you're not staying at home. What are you doing wandering around? You're being inconsiderate, and Xiao Cheng is being inconsiderate too. He knows you're not feeling well and doesn't try to comfort or care for you."

Gao Xiao'e was a little unhappy when she heard her scolding her brother, but looking at the delicious dishes being served in the private room, the roast duck glistening with oil and the prawns thicker than her forearm, she swallowed and quickly explained, "Mom knows you care about Mom, but Mom's illness is cured. The doctor said I can eat normally now. You guys are going to eat soon too, and I like lively gatherings, so let's eat together."

Yang Qingheng naturally didn't want to agree. She found the sight of these two annoying and was afraid she wouldn't be able to eat.

Wan Jinfu, who was standing next to her, was eager to please her and quickly agreed, "We're all family, of course it's fine."

"That's wonderful!" Gao Xiao'e's eyes lit up, and she pulled Yang Cheng inside as if she had never seen anything good before, causing Wan Jinfu to stumble.

Yang Qingheng's brow twitched, and her face flushed slightly. She smiled at him apologetically, "My mother has a rather impatient personality, I hope you don't find it funny."

"Haha, she's decisive and efficient, unlike other old ladies. If she were in a company, she would definitely make a name for herself." Wan Jinfu gave a thumbs up.

Yang Qingheng's smile became even more stiff. Seeing Gao Xiao'e eagerly grabbing the bowl, she couldn't reconcile her with the person Wan Jinfu had mentioned.

Yang Cheng probably felt embarrassed and scolded, "The guests haven't even sat down yet, Mom, what's the rush?" He snatched the bowl from her hand.

Gao Xiao'e couldn't believe that the son she had doted on for half her life would be so fierce to her; her face turned pale.

It's another dog-eat-dog drama.

Yang Qingheng thought to herself that Yang Cheng's opinion of him hadn't changed at all because of his words.

A person who is tough on their own can't hide their rotten nature no matter how much they try to cover it up.

If his first reaction had been to protect Gao Xiao'e, she wouldn't have been so contemptuous of him.

With the two of them joining the meal, there were many hilarious moments at the table. It was the first time Yang Qingheng had ever felt that a meal could be so unpalatable.

Wan Jinfu could tell that she didn't get along well with the two men. Remembering that he was the one who invited them in first, he felt uneasy. Seeing that they had almost finished eating, he quickly made an excuse to leave.

Yang Qingheng breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stood up: "I apologize for the poor hospitality and for making Mr. Wan laugh at me. We can discuss the cooperation another day."

As soon as the man left, her face turned cold instantly. She crossed her arms over her chest, oblivious to the two people in front of her who were still wolfing down the food on the table.

"Chengcheng, eat this. It's expensive, but it's good for your health..." Gao Xiao'e didn't forget to take care of her son, having long forgotten her earlier resentment towards him.

"Tell me, why are you here?" Yang Qingheng didn't believe it was a coincidence. Gao Xiao'e had no means of spending money here. She would never believe that no one had deliberately brought her here.

"I only came in because I saw you outside the door..." Gao Xiao'e's eyes darted around; she was a habitual liar.

Yang Qingheng didn't waste words with her: "Either you tell the truth, or I'll have someone check the surveillance footage. If I check it myself, you'll be going back to your hometown tomorrow."

"You dare! I... The newspaper said that if you kick me out, you won't get away with it either." Gao Xiao'e slammed her hand on the table. This was her own mother; how could she talk to her like that?

Sure enough, a money-loser is a money-loser; raising her is a waste of time. If I had known she would be such an ungrateful wretch, I should have strangled her as soon as she was born.

“Exactly! How can you treat your own mother like this? If others know that a big boss like you lives a life of luxury while your own mother and brother are left to eat meager rations, who will still buy your company's products?” Yang Cheng chimed in, threatening her.

Yang Qingheng sneered: "Yang Cheng, do you think Mom knows about you..." Her eyes swept across his face with a chilling gaze.

Yang Cheng froze, realizing what she meant, and almost jumped up: "You're my own sister, how could I not tell you if something's wrong? I was just joking with you, look at you, you're getting all worked up."

"Know what?" Gao Xiao'e was a little dissatisfied that Yang Qingheng knew something she didn't.

Yang Cheng rattled off, afraid that Yang Qingheng would blurt out something: "This morning when we were having breakfast, someone said he was from some newspaper and asked us to film some kind of video for him, saying it could be on TV."

He stammered at the end.

I doubt they'll film anything of any quality.

Yang Qingheng had a headache: "Where is he?"

"I just said I'd meet you in the private room on the third floor, but when I saw you... I forgot." Gao Xiao'e knew she had gotten Yang Qingheng into trouble, so she shrugged and gloated.

I never expected that that damn newspaper could actually control this wretched girl.