Question: "Did Yang Qingheng agree to give you a formal status?"
"Otherwise what?" Song Hengjue paused, glared at him, and after Fang Nan left, stared at Yang Qingheng not far away, feeling more and more guilty.
...It seems like that wasn't mentioned?
But since I've already slept with him, I can't just renege on the debt.
Hesitating for a few seconds, he saw Yang Qingheng heading outside and strode after her, calling out, "Yang Qingheng, wait for me!"
Yang Qingheng seemed to just remember this person, and turned around to look him up and down: "Why are you following me?"
“I…I’ll go with you to the South.” Song Hengjue’s heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.
Yang Qingheng put down her suitcase, crossed her arms, and looked at him calmly: "Come with me to the South? When did our relationship become so good?"
Song Hengjue couldn't believe it. He pointed to himself, then to her, and said, "I...you...you slept with me last night, shouldn't you take responsibility?"
"It's a matter of mutual consent. You're an adult, you don't need to be so petty," Yang Qingheng said disdainfully, taking a step back.
"You're talking nonsense!" Song Hengjue laughed in anger. He knew she would say that. "What do you mean by 'consent'? Yang Qingheng, you were the one who held me down last night, and I didn't resist at all. You think you can just pull up your pants and forget about me after you've had your fun? There's no such thing as a free lunch! If you don't come up with a satisfactory solution to what happened today, I'll sue you for indecent assault!"
After he finished speaking, he couldn't hide the smugness on his face. Luckily, he had a backup plan, otherwise he would have had to suffer in silence.
He absolutely must have this title today!
"You clearly had the ability to resist but didn't, isn't that tacit consent? Didn't you enjoy yourself yesterday?" Yang Qingheng sneered, completely ignoring his challenge, and without any psychological burden, picked up her suitcase and walked outside.
So good...so good?!
Song Hengjue's face turned red instantly at her words, his ears were practically steaming, and he was so angry that his teeth ached. He chased after her in a few steps.
"You irresponsible, wicked woman, stop right there!"
Fang Nan burst out laughing when he saw Song Hengjue's exasperated expression.
He knew Yang Qingheng was no pushover; it was no wonder Song Hengjue had gotten his title so easily.
He grabbed the car keys, humming a little tune, got into Song Hengjue's car, and drove towards the capital.
Let the young couple have their way.
Song Hengjue chased after Yang Qingheng onto the train: "Hey, Yang Qingheng, how can a big boss like you be so immoral? I'll give you one more chance. If you still don't agree, I'm really going to call the police!"
"Get out of here if you keep making a scene." The man kept nagging like he was chanting a sutra, making her head throb with pain. She couldn't take it anymore and shouted angrily.
Song Hengjue awkwardly shut his mouth and obediently sat down next to her, clutching the cloth bag.
Before I could even settle into my seat, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and knocked twice: "Hello, this is my seat."
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