I knew this day would come when this kid was courting death, but I never expected to see it to be even more spectacular.
Song Hengjue pushed him away: "If you say less, no one will think you're mute."
"Tsk tsk, with such a foul mouth, no wonder people gave you that look," Fang Nan scoffed, tossing the car keys into his arms. "My wife is still waiting for me at home for dinner, so I won't wait until your banquet is over. Drink less, and I'll find someone who can drive to give you a ride home later."
Song Hengjue looked out the door, clearly not having heard what he said. Fang Nan didn't care and left after finishing his sentence.
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In the warmly lit carriage, Yang Qingheng silently gazed at the night.
The driver in front turned around cautiously: "Boss, are you going home today or...?"
"Let's go to a nearby hotel," Yang Qingheng said calmly.
"What if Mr. Tang asks?"
Yang Qingheng pinched the bridge of her nose: "Just use the same excuse as before."
The driver didn't dare say anything and obediently took her to a nearby hotel, but he was secretly wondering about it.
This couple is really strange. They seem to have a good relationship and usually chat and laugh together, but they are not intimate. For example, now that Mr. Tang has returned from a business trip of half a month, after being separated for so long and being newlyweds, they should be all lovey-dovey and embracing each other. But Mr. Yang, on the contrary, wants to find a hotel to stay in.
As soon as Yang Qingheng entered the hotel, Tang Bainian called.
The driver frantically answered, "Mr. Tang?"
"Hmm, it's so late, why hasn't she come back yet?" a tired voice came from the other end.
The driver smirked, speaking with ease and fluency, as if reciting a memorized script: "The boss had too much to drink today, so he found a hotel nearby to rest. He's probably asleep. I forgot to tell you."
Which hotel?
"Baihe Hotel".
"Hmm." Tang Bainian had a headache, so he hung up the phone and slumped heavily onto the sofa.
hotel.
Yang Qingheng swiped open the door and noticed a faint smell of alcohol in the air. Her eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce look, and she turned on the headlights with a "snap".
A man was lying stiffly on the bed. The moment Yang Qingheng saw his face clearly, she couldn't help but curse.
Even a fool would know that this was the work of that self-righteous woman, Madam Li.
"Hey, wake up!" She kicked Song Hengjue's leg, which was dangling by the bedside, hard. The man didn't move at all. After a long while, his dark eyes finally opened a slit.
He felt hot, as if there was a raging fire inside his body, which made his throat dry and his mind go blank.
Having been in the business world for quite some time, Song Hengjue had slept with at least seven or eight women, if not ten. He knew what this was, but he never imagined that one day someone would be so bold as to use it on him.
He pinched the inside of his arm hard, the pain stimulating his brain. Finally, he saw a familiar face, like a desert traveler seeing a pool of green water. He struggled to raise one hand, his knuckles distinct, pale blue veins bulging beneath his fair skin, and tightly gripped Yang Qingheng's sleeve: "Help me... find a doctor."
Yang Qingheng crossed her arms and leaned against the bedside table, watching the man in front of her with amusement as he struggled on the bed, veins bulging on his forehead, and fine sweat soaking the pillow, writhing in pain.
The man's hand touched her sleeve, and her expression finally changed. With a cold look, she slapped him on the head: "Let go!"
"Save me," Song Hengjue uttered a few breaths from his chapped lips.
Yang Qingheng nodded, as if she had thought of something fun: "Okay."
A glimmer of hope flashed in Song Hengjue's eyes.
Yang Qingheng chuckled, went outside and made a phone call: "Hello? Baihe Hotel, find a clean woman to come over."
Upon hearing this, Sister-in-law Sun was startled: "Qingheng, what's wrong with you?"
She had heard before that Tang Bainian and Yang Qingheng's relationship wasn't as good as it seemed on the surface, and she couldn't understand why. Tang Bainian was handsome and well-proportioned, with a great face and an impeccable personality.
It turned out to be Yang Qingheng...
He sighed and replied repeatedly, "You wait, I promise I'll deliver it."
Sister-in-law Sun was telling the truth; in just half an hour, she stormed into the hotel with a woman.
Yang Qingheng stood in front of the door, waved to the woman, and slipped an envelope into her hand: "The one inside."
The woman understood. She counted the money in the envelope and found a full thousand yuan. Her heart skipped a beat, and she nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, I promise I'll make sure he's comfortable today."
A thousand yuan—she might not earn that much in six months. This person is really generous.
The woman glanced inside; it was dim and she couldn't make out what the people inside looked like.
Yang Qingheng shook her head and patted her shoulder: "Don't worry about him, just do whatever makes you comfortable."
The woman was shocked, never expecting such a bizarre thing to happen. She couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the man inside, and what kind of man could make this rich woman hate him so much.
"Oh, by the way, if reporters come later, remember to cover your face. I'll give you a thousand after it's all done."
The woman's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously. Before Yang Qingheng could speak, she pushed open the door and went inside.
Sister-in-law Sun glanced inside subconsciously, while Yang Qingheng stepped aside to block the doorway: "The reporters are here?"
"They're here, but there are too many people. I doubt they can get up," said Sister-in-law Sun.
Yang Qingheng nodded: "I'll go tell the manager."
inside the house.
By the dim light, the woman finally saw the man on the bed clearly.
With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his crimson lips were pressed together in pain, making him so handsome that it made one's heart flutter.
He thought to himself, "This is top-notch."
She pulled open the sash on the skirt and pounced on him: "Tsk, what a face, what a waist, I've struck gold."
It felt like a thousand ants were gnawing at Song Hengjue's bones; it was hot and itchy, and his teeth were biting too hard, leaving his mouth with a metallic taste.
A pair of soft, boneless hands climbed down his collarbone to his abdomen and stopped on his belt.
He jolted awake, his eyes snapping open. Seeing the unfamiliar face before him, his heart stopped, and he roared, "Who sent you? Get out of here!"
"Get out of my way, who's going to give you the antidote?" The woman didn't expect him to be so sharp-tongued despite his kind face, and she lost her temper, tearing open his buttons.
Outside the door.
Yang Qingheng and Sister-in-law Sun brought the reporter up together.
"Miss, is what you said true?" One of the naive young women had also come along.
The boss of Haicheng Boxiang Company hired prostitutes at a hotel. If this news is true, it will definitely be on the front page tomorrow.
Yang Qingheng smiled faintly, glanced at her, and said, "How could it be fake?" She then kicked the door open hard.
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