The landline next to them rang immediately, and Secretary Qian's excited voice came from the other end of the line.
"Deputy Director Tang, we've found the person in charge of that shoddy construction project. They were right under our noses."
Those bastards, they've got countless lives on their hands, and we've finally found them!
Secretary Qian cursed under his breath.
Tang Bainian responded, hastily crumpled up the things on the ground and stuffed them into his bag, and calmly instructed, "I'll be right there. You take some men and keep watch on the scene, don't let him get away."
He stared intently at the bag, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out.
"Deputy Director Tang." Secretary Qian spotted Tang Bainian at a glance and ran towards him.
"Okay, bring two police officers and a cameraman. Come in with me." Tang Bainian nodded.
Inside the hotel.
Song Hengjue casually swiped open the door and threw Yang Qingheng onto the bed.
Despicable man!
Yang Qingheng cursed inwardly. The bed was soft, but she was still thrown so hard that her mind went blank for a moment, and the smell of alcohol churned in her stomach.
"Hey, Yang Qingheng, wake up." Song Hengjue knelt down beside the bed with his long legs, leaned over and patted her face.
Yang Qingheng frowned, pretending to slowly wake up, her eyes filled with confusion. She slapped his face away and said, "Get away from me, don't bother me while I'm sleeping."
"Smack!"
A loud slap echoed as Song Hengjue covered his cheek, unable to believe it.
This abusive woman, even when drunk, still has such a strong grip?
Feeling uneasy, he grabbed her face and tentatively asked, "Who am I?"
Hearing this, the woman in his arms groggily raised her eyes, cupped his face, and stared at him intently for a moment. Her face was as beautiful as a peach blossom. She chuckled and pointed at his nose: "Handsome...handsome guy?"
Good, not a bastard.
Song Hengjue breathed a slight sigh of relief, his heart settling back into his stomach. He helped her sit up straight against the bedside table and said seriously, "You answer whatever I ask, understand?"
"Huh?" Yang Qingheng was uncooperative, swaying from side to side, looking around like a curious child, but refusing to look at him.
Unable to bear it any longer, Song Hengjue yanked the finger out of her mouth, saying with disgust, "How old are you, still biting your nails? Yang Qingheng, aren't you filthy!"
Okay, okay, you can scold her, right?
Yang Qingheng sneered inwardly, but her face remained blank. She stretched out her hands and counted her age seven or eight times, but still couldn't figure out how old she was.
Song Hengjue was speechless, and coaxed her gently, "If you listen to me and answer my questions seriously, I'll treat you to candy, okay?"
"Yay!" Yang Qingheng grinned foolishly.
Song Hengjue sat up straight: "Why were you unwilling to divorce me before? Didn't you like Gu Yi? Weren't you happy being with him after the divorce?"
Yang Qingheng asked in confusion, "Who?"
Song Hengjue: "...Your ex-husband."
Yang Qingheng understood this time. After a moment of silence, she chuckled, let out a hiccup, and slurred, "He...he's good-looking, has a good waist, and most importantly..."
Song Hengjue's heart tightened, and his handsome face suddenly magnified in Yang Qingheng's eyes.
Yang Qingheng's eyes flickered slightly: "The gigolos outside are so expensive, but mine is cheap and works well!" As she spoke, she gave a thumbs up, looking as serious as a primary school student raising their hand to answer a question.
Song Hengjue's smile froze.
A male escort...? Free?!
Looking at the woman's serious face, he was so angry he wanted to strangle her!
So that's how it is! So that's how it is!
As expected, a leopard can't change its spots. This stupid woman has lust and shamelessness ingrained in her very bones!
At this moment, Song Hengjue was extremely grateful that his decision to divorce was absolutely, positively, and right!
“One last question,” he crouched down, still patiently speaking despite his anger, “why were you so determined to get a divorce in your past life?”
What he really wanted to ask was, why did she abort their child for another man? This child was the one she decided to have, the one they had been looking forward to together. At six months old, they could even see the baby's tiny feet. How could she be so heartless for another man?
Yang Qingheng's breath hitched, and her blood seemed to rush back to its head, but instead she laughed: "Because."
Song Hengjue's pupils contracted sharply as he slowly approached, not daring to miss a single word uttered from her lips.
"The little match girl lit the firecrackers, and Hans Christian Andersen said Happy New Year to everyone. Tofu pudding is sweet." After Yang Qingheng finished speaking, her expression changed, and she smelled strongly of alcohol.
"vomit!"
Song Hengjue was listening intently and didn't react for a moment. He was vomited on and jumped up in fright.
His fist hardened: "Yang Qingheng!"
However, after the woman finished vomiting, she rolled her eyes and fell asleep, leaving him alone, both angry and helpless. He immediately rushed into the bathroom, took off his bathrobe, and came out wearing a new one.
The woman lay quietly on the bed, fast asleep, and no matter how he called her, he couldn't wake her.
Knowing he wouldn't get anything out of her today, Song Hengjue was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. He reached out and scooped the woman up, intending to find a receptionist to take her back to Tang Bainian's house so that Tang Bainian wouldn't find out.
However, as soon as she opened the door, she was met with a pair of familiar eyes.
Song Hengjue remained silent. The woman he was holding in his left arm was like a hot potato, making him feel guilty. He hooked the door shut a little, pretending to be calm: "Long time no see."
Tang Bainian stared intently through the crack in the door, but it was empty. Apart from Song Hengjue, there wasn't a single person in sight.
Secretary Qian, accompanied by two policemen, escorted the fugitive from a distance and asked, "Deputy Director Tang, would you like to go with us to the police station, or just go home?"
Tang Bainian glanced at Song Hengjue indifferently, then turned to Secretary Qian and said, "Hand him over to the police station. You and Xiao Li keep track of the progress. I'm going back to my office."
After saying that, he turned around.
Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief. Something flashed through Tang Bainian's mind, his eyes sharpened, and he suddenly turned around and kicked open the door.
Everything inside the room was brought into view by the people outside, and the scene was deathly silent.
Cowherd?
When Secretary Qian saw Song Hengjue's familiar face, he was shocked. When he saw the woman in his arms, he was even more stunned.
lady?!
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