Upon hearing the word "death," Song Hengjue shuddered, broke free from his hand, and ran upstairs, startling Yao Ying who was standing nearby.
"You're going to die, you little bastard, you're crazy all the time."
After Song Hengjue came that day, Yang Qingheng was quiet for several days. Perhaps she was afraid of being scolded by her, so Song Hengjue didn't dare to cause trouble again. Li Tongji soon came to her door in person, and the cooperation was finalized on the same day.
Yang Qingheng was in a great mood and treated him to a meal.
However, this silence was soon broken by a phone call from Fang Nan.
"You'd better be in trouble." Yang Qingheng frowned.
Fang Nan was used to being teased by her, so she didn't take it to heart, but she cursed Song Hengjue several times in her heart.
If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been targeted by Yang Qingheng.
"Sister Yang, could you come pick up Song Hengjue from the restaurant? He's currently..."
Yang Qingheng slammed down the phone: "Don't know me, get lost!"
"What happened to Boss Yang?" Li Tongji asked in surprise.
Realizing her lapse in composure, Yang Qingheng smiled apologetically and said, "It was just something with a friend. I hope Mr. Li won't laugh at me."
After seeing Li Tongji off, I was about to go home when the phone rang again a few minutes later.
Yang Qingheng answered the phone, and Fang Nan's humble voice came through again: "Sister Yang, I'm begging you, even if you don't pity him, please pity me. That mentally challenged guy has been sitting in the private room drinking for two days, constantly talking about you. If you don't come, I'm really afraid he'll die here."
He was just a lowly laborer, and he didn't want to cause a death.
"Then let him die." Yang Qingheng's voice came from the other end.
Then he slammed down the phone without hesitation.
Fang Nan held the phone and cursed.
Yang Qingheng is a woman who can constantly redefine his imagination.
Back in school, I thought she was a virtuous woman, but I never expected to find out later that this woman was ruthless enough to drive Song Hengjue to jump off a building, and now she's actually trying to kill him!
Just then, the culprit, still oblivious to his own mortality, sat on the ground clutching a wine bottle, throwing a drunken tantrum and crying uncontrollably: "Wife? Where's my wife? Huh? Wife, are you hungry?"
"Wife? You don't have a wife, that's Tang Bainian's wife."
Fang Nan gritted his teeth and slapped him on the head, instantly feeling refreshed.
Now I finally understand why Yang Qingheng always targets Song Hengjue. She's despicable, absolutely despicable. Now she wants a wife, why didn't she do this earlier?
After hitting him, looking at Song Hengjue's face, she felt a little guilty. She reached out and rubbed his face hard, saying in a gentle voice, "Let me tell you, you can't hold a grudge. I... I slapped you just now to swat away mosquitoes."
On the other side, Yang Qingheng hung up the phone and got into her car.
"go home."
The driver responded, and after driving for only a few minutes, Yang Qingheng in the back seat suddenly spoke up: "Wait, stop for a moment."
He pushed open the car door and got out, jogging over: "Aunt Yao, what are you doing out so late at night?"
Yao Ying, holding a flashlight, saw her and sighed, "Fang Nan said Heng Jue got drunk with someone and absolutely refuses to come back. I'll go check on him."
That Fang Nan! He's utterly useless.
Yang Qingheng was displeased. What good would calling the old lady do? Just knock her out and carry her back. She's a grown woman; she can't die from being hit a couple of times.
After hesitating for a moment, I gave in: "Mom, I'll take you there. It's not safe for you to be out so late."
When the two arrived, Fang Nan had just opened the door and come out.
He pointed to the private room: "I can't control what's going on in there. You two go check it out."
Yang Qingheng frowned. She could smell the strong odor of alcohol from afar, which seemed to hit her right in the face. She pinched her nose in disgust and took a step back.
Yao Ying screamed and rushed in: "Are you crazy? You brat, who told you to drink like that?" There were empty bottles all over the floor; it's a miracle he's still alive.
Song Hengjue didn't know how long he had been drinking; he didn't even recognize his own mother anymore, and kept making a fuss: "Where's my wife? Where did my big wife go?"
Fang Nan glanced at Yang Qingheng, seeing that she hadn't moved an inch, gritted his teeth, grabbed Song Hengjue's arm, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Come on, come on, let's go home, okay?"
"Get out of here, you dead duck!" Song Hengjue reflexively retched, making Fang Nan's face turn ashen.
He almost pushed Yao Ying, who was standing to the side.
Yang Qingheng couldn't take it anymore and rushed up to slap him: "Have you made enough trouble? I'll count to three, and if you don't get up, I'll beat you to death."
"Three, two..."
Song Hengjue scratched his head and shakily got up as if his butt was on fire.
The two people next to them were dumbfounded.
Seeing the shameless man approaching, Yang Qingheng pinched her nose and took several steps back: "Get away, you stink! Don't come near me!"
"You despise me?" Song Hengjue was startled by the scolding, belatedly realizing his grievance.
Seeing that he had finally behaved, Fang Nan felt relieved. He dragged him outside and shoved him into Yang Qingheng's car, chuckling, "Sister Yang, I'm counting on you."
Before Yang Qingheng could refuse, he ran away in a flash.
The old lady watched longingly, and Yang Qingheng swallowed her anger and sat in the passenger seat.
The living room of the Tang family's house was dark and deserted, as if it were devoid of any human presence.
Tang Bainian stared at the living room door for an unknown amount of time, but no one opened it, and his heart pounded in his chest.
He reached for the phone beside him and said, "Secretary Qian, check if Madam is still at Qingzhu Hotel, and also have someone check on Song Hengjue."
Secretary Qian was almost numb to this kind of thing, and nodded: "Okay, I'll take care of it right away."
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When Yang Qingheng got home, it was already late at night. She turned on the light and was startled to see someone sitting in the living room.
Tang Bainian stood up and sighed, "Where have you been so late?"
Feeling guilty, Yang Qingheng pretended to be calm: "I met a friend on the way and we got together. Why are you still up so late? You have to go to work tomorrow."
Although it was a business relationship, she inexplicably felt guilty, as if she had been caught in the act of adultery.
Yang Qingheng felt that she was really a bit obsessed.
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