Song Hengjue was incredulous to see that the woman not only didn't comfort him but also mocked him. He thought the woman had no heart!
“I don’t have to go to the company today. I’ll cook this afternoon. Why don’t you come to my house for dinner?” His eyes flickered slightly as he nudged her forearm.
When Yang Qingheng heard him say that she didn't have to go to work, she remembered how this stingy guy had refused to lend Fang Nan to her for a while. Annoyed, she pushed his elbow away and said, "I'm not going. I'm going home after get off work."
This won't do!
Song Hengjue immediately felt a sense of crisis. He had been here for several days, and Yang Qingheng had always been indifferent to him, which made him inexplicably uneasy.
He grabbed her wrist and softened his voice: "Tang Bainian is working overtime tonight, so he won't know you're coming to my house for dinner. Besides, didn't you say you wanted to eat the signature dishes of Changhong Hotel? I'll have their chef come to our house to cook."
Yang Qingheng's hand holding the bowl paused for a moment.
There's a chance!
Song Hengjue was overjoyed.
However, the next second, cold water was poured on him.
"No, I have to go to Mingyu's house for a banquet at three o'clock this afternoon. His child is turning one year old. Tang Bainian doesn't have time, so I have to go." She still had to maintain good relations, and besides, she had a good relationship with Mingyu and his wife; they were considered some of the closer friends she had made in Beijing.
Song Hengjue's shoulders slumped: "Fine, then you come next time."
"Besides," Yang Qingheng glanced at the time; it was already 1 p.m. She picked up the lunchbox, stuffed it into his arms, and pushed him out. "Alright, I'm busy. You should go back too. What would it look like if others saw you staying in my office all the time?"
Song Hengjue put on a mask and stared at her for a long time, but seeing no sign of the woman softening and wanting him to stay, he angrily slammed the door shut.
The secretaries outside were used to seeing the masked man come out. They exchanged glances, rolled their eyes inwardly, and looked Song Hengjue up and down with disdain.
Back then, this man's position was lower than theirs, and he even offended the company's shareholders. They all thought he was going to be fired. Unexpectedly, he sold his body and rose to prominence, even getting General Manager Yang to give him the office key every day.
What a vixen! All she has is a nice body; President Yang will dump her sooner or later!
Feeling resentful, the group muttered a curse behind Song Hengjue's back.
As soon as Sun Rong entered, she saw the disgusted expressions on the faces of the group of people. She glanced at Song Hengjue's back and found the scene somewhat comical. She chuckled inwardly, but on the surface, she maintained a cold and serious expression, warning, "You are all considered veterans of the company. I think you know what you can and cannot say."
"Don't worry, Sister Sun, we're not ignorant people." The group of people were startled and quickly assured each other.
Sun Rong glanced at the group of people indifferently and walked towards her desk.
Unaware of the insults hurled at him from behind, Song Hengjue was consumed by the thought of being driven out by Yang Qingheng. His heart sank, and he felt a heavy, oppressive weight on his shoulders.
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