He hesitated, then turned back and whispered, "How about we go home?"
"Hurry up." Yang Qingheng's tiger teeth rubbed against the veins on the side of his neck, making Song Hengjue shudder and get goosebumps. He quickly quickened his pace, wishing he could grow wings and fly back.
As soon as she opened the car door, Yang Qingheng shoved him and hurriedly tried to unbuckle his belt. She fumbled around in the dark for a long time but couldn't find it, which only fueled her anger. In frustration, she slapped him on the waist.
The crisp sound was especially ambiguous in the darkness.
Song Hengjue's ears turned bright red. He grabbed her hand haphazardly and kissed it gently. His deep, magnetic voice was like a soothing cello melody, calming her troubled heart inexplicably.
"Qingheng, can you tell me?"
Yang Qingheng was like a puffed-up balloon that had been punctured and instantly lost all its energy. She leaned against his chest along the back of the chair and said in a muffled voice, "Song Hengjue, am I a failure?"
She had been in the capital for so many years, but she couldn't do anything about Qiao Xihe. She felt lost and helpless, as if her fate was not in her own hands, but she had no way to break free and could only let that woman, Qiao Xihe, control her.
"How could that be, Yang Qingheng? You are the best person in the world." Song Hengjue bent down slightly and carefully cupped her face in his hands.
If someone else had said this, Yang Qingheng would have felt it was perfunctory, but looking into the darkness, the man's eyes seemed to sparkle like stars as he gazed at her intently, with a look of tenderness and sincerity, and her fearful heart suddenly calmed down.
"Are you going to sleep or not?" Yang Qingheng chuckled, tearing open his suit jacket to reveal his inner lining. After a moment of silence, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "...Song Hengjue, don't you have any other clothes?"
She'd seen him wear this sweater for days, but she never expected him to wear it as an undershirt under his suit today!
Seeing the obvious disdain in her eyes, Song Hengjue gritted his teeth and finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Yang Qingheng, don't you think this dress looks familiar?"
I stared into her eyes, not blinking, hoping she would remember something.
"He does look familiar." Yang Qingheng stroked her chin, pulled open his suit jacket, and took a closer look.
Song Hengjue sat up halfway, his excitement barely concealed in the darkness. His ears twitched, and his mind raced.
This woman rarely feels guilty, so he'll take advantage of her guilty conscience to make two firm demands.
...Hmm, we need to get his clothes back first.
Song Hengjue nodded to himself; he couldn't let that bastard Tang Bainian wear his clothes.
Although he didn't like the trash he wore, even the trash he didn't want wasn't something that cheating man, Tang Bainian, could use!
However, before he could even speak, Yang Qingheng slapped her thigh and said, "I was wondering why this outfit looked so familiar. Isn't this last year's model? It's everywhere. You're a big boss, and you're still wearing last year's old style. Don't you think people will laugh at you?"
She grabbed his collar, shook her head, and became increasingly dissatisfied.
Song Hengjue's smile froze on his face. Undeterred, he stared at her with pleading dark eyes: "No, Yang Qingheng, think about it again?"
"What's so special about a piece of clothing? The night is too short, don't you have any romance?" Yang Qingheng said irritably, grabbing his head and kissing him on the head.
What's unimportant! What's very important! What's extremely important!
Song Hengjue was so angry that his mind went blank. He flipped her over and pinned her down. He parted his thin lips slightly and bit down on her delicate collarbone, saying angrily, "Yang Qingheng, you just want to make me angry to death."
"How could that be? I like you too much to even think about it." Yang Qingheng chuckled, lightly pinching his chin with one hand, and the two rolled around together.
Song Hengjue kissed her passionately, but the next second, he froze, in disbelief, and cupped the woman's face in his hands: "Qingheng?"
The woman in front of him was limply clinging to his neck, her eyes shimmering with tears and a touch of naivety.
Song Hengjue felt his blood run cold instantly. He held up three fingers and waved them in front of her: "How many is this?"
However, Yang Qingheng did not answer, but tilted her head slightly, staring at him with her wide cat eyes.
Oh no, I've run into a drunkard.
Song Hengjue was still burning with desire when he glanced at the reaction beneath him, laughed in exasperation, grabbed her waist with his large hand, lifted her onto a chair, fastened her seatbelt, and started the car.
The woman in the back seat was getting sleepy, her eyes were almost closed, but she was still forcing herself to look at him. She was so obedient that he never saw her like that before.
Song Hengjue shook his head, finding it amusing.
He carried her straight into the hotel.
"Want some honey water?" Song Hengjue casually took the sugar jar from the waiter and rubbed her head.
Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, as if she was thinking about what he was saying.
"What am I talking to a drunkard like you?" Song Hengjue slapped his forehead, feeling like his brain had deteriorated.
He took a cup from the table, then returned with a cup of freshly prepared honey water in his hand. He pressed the warm rim of the cup to her lips, squatted down, looked up at her, and said in a flattering tone, "Want some?"
"Cheers!" Yang Qingheng seemed to have flipped a switch, and the glass of honey water was emptied.
Song Hengjue hesitated for a moment, then took out a handkerchief to wipe her mouth: "Alright, go to sleep."
The woman grabbed his hand, tilted her head, and spoke with a lisp, "Song Hengjue, I... I think this... isn't right."
"What?" Song Hengjue asked.
"It's so inconvenient, so annoying." Yang Qingheng said seriously, looking half-drunk, and it was hard to tell if she was talking nonsense.
Song Hengjue's fingertips trembled, incredulous: "Isn't having me enough for you? What more convenience do you want!"
Being with him prevents him from dating other men, doesn't it?
Recalling the scene of her chatting and laughing with Fang Nan, Song Hengjue's eyes reddened with jealousy.
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Sunlight streamed through the glass window and shone onto the bed. Yang Qingheng opened her eyes groggily, saw the unfamiliar scene before her, paused for a second, and then sat up abruptly.
Seeing the man's suit jacket by the bed, memories of last night flooded back into her mind.
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