"Step back! Step back!" The man shuddered at the mention of "Boss Yang," and his tone turned completely hostile. "You dare mention Boss Yang? Song Hengjue, we treated you like a brother, and you actually took advantage of me while I was drunk to trick me into revealing information."

Master Xu almost beat him to death a couple of days ago.

The gatekeeper, whose body was still injured, wanted nothing more than to give Song Hengjue a couple of whacks on the spot just thinking about it. He was shameless.

Seeing that he couldn't reason with him, Song Hengjue pulled him aside and tried to open the door and go in himself.

The man was so angry that he yelled loudly.

"What's all the noise about!" Master Xu came out from inside, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looking very impatient.

Song Hengjue said in a gentle tone, "Brother Xu, give me a few minutes. I'll leave as soon as I'm done talking and I won't bother you any further."

"Come in." Master Xu said coldly, sitting down as if he were a stranger.

"I asked someone at the police station a couple of days ago, and they said there was no one with the surname Yang. Do you know what her situation is now?" Song Hengjue asked anxiously.

Master Xu sneered: "Why are you asking about this? You're the one who sent her in. What's the use of coming here to put on a show? Can you go in and take her place?"

"This...this is just a temporary plan of mine. I have already hired a lawyer and found people to ensure she won't go to jail. The only problem is that I can't find her where she is right now," Song Hengjue said.

"Really?" Master Xu asked hesitantly.

Song Hengjue raised three fingers and said sincerely, "I swear, everything I said is true. If it's false, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death."

Master Xu stared intently into his eyes, as if trying to ascertain the truthfulness of his words, before finally shaking his head: "Go back. I won't tell you a single word about Boss Yang."

If he hadn't mentioned the warehouse to his brother, she wouldn't have been exposed. This incident would have made him regret it for the rest of his life. She had finally gotten out of the police station, and if he were to let her be harmed by Song Hengjue again, he would wish to atone with his death.

Song Hengjue opened his mouth.

Master Xu slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage: "You've already hurt that girl once, what more do you want? You should be thanking your lucky stars that she hasn't come after you yet. Don't be so ungrateful!"

"Miss?" Song Hengjue was taken aback. He had always thought that a woman who could be so respected by Master Xu and had such good skills must be at least thirty years old and have some experience. He never expected that she would be a young woman.

His cheek throbbed with pain, and something flashed through his mind that struck him like a thunderbolt, leaving him frozen in place.

His lips trembled, his throat was dry and hoarse, and after a long while he finally heard a few hoarse breaths escape his lips: "Is the Boss Yang you're talking about this tall? With almond-shaped eyes?" He raised his hand to indicate the position of his ears.

Now it was Master Xu's turn to be taken aback: "...You know her?"

Song Hengjue's mind was buzzing, and he suddenly broke free from his hand and ran outside.

He should have guessed it long ago; it was that woman, Yang Qingheng!

If it really is her, then everything makes sense.

Song Hengjue's heart skipped a beat. So, did Yang Qingheng know all this?

Following my memory, I found Zhou Shuwen's house and happened to run into her as she was leaving.

Upon seeing him, Zhou Shuwen was clearly not happy: "What are you doing here?"

"Aunt Zhou, I have something I'd like to discuss with Yang Qingheng. Could you please ask her to come out and see me?" Song Hengjue was anxious inside, but she maintained a polite demeanor.

Upon hearing that he had indeed come to see Yang Qingheng, Zhou Shuwen burst into laughter in anger, pointing her finger at his nose and cursing, "You shameless bastard, you dare to come looking for her! Do you know how badly you've hurt her? How dare you come here!"

If she hadn't had a shred of self-control, she would have smashed her bag over his head.

"Aunt Zhou, I... I have some things I'd like to confirm with her, could you please do me a favor?" Song Hengjue said politely.

After Zhou Shuwen finished yelling, she calmed down, but she was still unwilling to tell him.

Bai Nian finally had a chance to spend time with Qing Heng, and her aunt was more than happy to support her. How could she let her ex-husband, Song Hengjue, ruin the opportunity? She wasn't out of her mind.

"I have no idea."

"Aunt Zhou, please, you must help me with this." Song Hengjue was in a state of turmoil. He bowed deeply, not knowing exactly what he was thinking, but he desperately wanted to see her.

This bow startled Zhou Shuwen, who took several steps back. She was annoyed, but her heart softened: "She and Bai Nian are taking the train to Beijing at one o'clock this afternoon. You won't make it if you go now."

Song Hengjue's breath caught in his throat. He raised his wrist to check the time; it was already 12:30 in the afternoon. He then turned and ran.

"Now you're in a panic? Where were you before?" Zhou Shuwen said disdainfully.

The train station is so far away that even if Song Hengjue rode on his wind-fire wheels, it would still take him half an hour, let alone running there on two legs.

She wasn't worried at all that Song Hengjue could actually disturb Tang Bainian and Yang Qingheng.

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"The train is about to leave, hurry up and stick your head in, it's dangerous." Tang Bainian turned Yang Qingheng's head back, his tone gentle and affectionate.

Yang Qingheng's mind wasn't on him, so she naturally didn't notice the ambiguity of the gesture. Her eyes were confused as she asked, "I think I heard someone calling my name. Did you hear it?"

“No one is calling you, that’s the sound of train tracks,” Tang Bainian’s dark eyes flashed with an inexplicable emotion. He reached out and pulled the curtains on the window. Yang Qingheng looked over in confusion, but he just smiled. “You drank last night and weren’t feeling well. If you catch a chill, your head will hurt again.”

Yang Qingheng felt a strong force guiding her to look outside, but when she met Tang Bainian's worried gaze, she simply covered her head with her clothes and fell asleep.