Song Hengjue was so drunk that he staggered around, and when he got into the car, he fell flat on his face. Yang Qingheng's mouth twitched at the sight of his disheveled appearance.
Why didn't he die from the fall?
Song Hengjue, unaware of the malicious words the woman was about to utter, belatedly got up and sat down to the side, expecting to look at her.
An idea suddenly popped into my head.
Yang Qingheng came; she still cared about him.
"Qingheng".
As soon as Yang Qingheng got into the car, she saw the man reach out to her, looking so pitiful as if he wasn't the one who had done those things to upset her.
I rolled my eyes inwardly, opened the car door, and got in.
"vomit"
The man's face was pale. He slumped over the seat, as if he was about to vomit. After vomiting for a few seconds, his body went limp and he collapsed.
Yang Qingheng was startled. She lifted his face to take a closer look and realized that he had only fainted. She then breathed a sigh of relief.
"Driver, to the hospital."
Hospital ward.
Warm sunlight streamed through the window, and Song Hengjue, lying on the bed, frowned and slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at this unfamiliar scene, I was momentarily disoriented, and then memories of yesterday flooded back like a tide.
Realizing what he had done, he jumped out of bed with a start and slapped himself twice.
Drinking alcohol can lead to trouble.
"Where's Yang Qingheng?" he asked Fang Nan, who had just pushed open the door and entered, with a disgruntled tone.
Tsk, even when you're sick, you still have such a temper.
Fang Nan disapproved of his attitude. Realizing this man had misunderstood his relationship with Yang Qingheng, his eyes darted around, and an idea struck him. He crossed his legs and sat down beside him, smugly saying, "Yang Qingheng? She's long gone. You have no idea how awful she looked! And look at you now..."
Song Hengjue had no suspicions. His face suddenly turned pale. He thought about how he had vomited on Yang Qingheng last night and felt like he wanted to die.
Yang Qingheng will never forgive him.
Feeling lost, helpless, and frustrated, a torrent of bitterness welled up inside me.
He rolled over and suddenly pulled the blanket over his head.
Oops, we went too far.
Fang Nan pulled his legs back and kicked the pillar under the bed: "Hey, you're not going to cry, are you? It's not that big of a deal, you're a grown man."
When Yang Qingheng came in, she saw Fang Nan leaning over to pull the blanket off Song Hengjue's head. She gave the two of them a strange look and placed the chicken porridge she had bought on the table next to her.
Fang Nan awkwardly touched his nose, nodded at her, and headed outside.
Yang Qingheng opened the thermos. The man was still motionless on the bed. She frowned and reached out to pull the blanket off his head.
"Get out!" came a roar from inside the blankets.
Okay, okay, is this the attitude? She shouldn't have come. Every day, she's just infuriating.
Yang Qingheng wasn't going to tolerate him, and forcefully pulled the blanket off his head.
Song Hengjue cursed Fang Nan a thousand times in his heart. Fresh air blew in through the blanket above his head, and at the same time, he sat up abruptly, his face dark with anger.
He met the woman's watery eyes, which seemed to be watching a show.
Song Hengjue stared at her in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
"Go ahead and curse, why aren't you cursing anymore?" Yang Qingheng said calmly, her arms crossed over her chest.
Feeling guilty, Song Hengjue's eyes darted around as he explained to her, "I was scolding Fang Nan."
He's smart to be sensible.
Yang Qingheng sneered inwardly, poured the porridge out and shoved it into his hand: "Why are you cursing him?"
"You're not allowed to scold me anymore? What, Yang Qingheng, do you have to categorize your little lovers into different classes?" Song Hengjue's nose stung with tears; even with her good temper, she was saddened by her words.
"No, when did Fang Nan become my little lover?" Yang Qingheng almost cut her hand because she couldn't stop the knife she was using to peel the apple.
Song Hengjue's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively reached out and snatched the item, placing it on the table. He retorted, "You're still trying to deny it! You said you wanted Fang Nan, and you even said..."
His face was ashen, and the last few words swirled in his mouth, but he subconsciously didn't want to say them.
"What else is there to say?" Yang Qingheng persisted, wanting to see what he had done to anger her so much.
Song Hengjue gritted his teeth: "They even said it's safe for our own people to use."
"Just because of that?" Yang Qingheng laughed in exasperation. How come she never knew he had such a strange thought process?
"What do you mean by 'just'?" Song Hengjue's anger flared up instantly at her nonchalant attitude.
"Try yelling at me again!" Yang Qingheng slapped him on the head. "You think you're right for misunderstanding me?! I'd have to be crazy to sleep with your brother!"
The slap was merciless, leaving Song Hengjue's head buzzing, and he only managed to catch a few words.
The joy in his heart almost overwhelmed his reason. He jumped up and hugged Yang Qingheng tightly, excitedly saying, "What did you say? Say it again."
I felt lightheaded, as if I were in a dream.
Yang Qingheng found it amusing and tugged at his ear twice: "Are you stupid? I meant that one of my secretaries resigned a while ago, and I've been too busy lately, so I asked you to lend me Fang Nan as my secretary for a few days."
Song Hengjue didn't care what she said to him; he would be happy even if Yang Qingheng beat him up right now.
In hindsight, I realized that what I had been doing lately was really insane.
"I'm sorry." He nuzzled Yang Qingheng's shoulder, feeling a surge of remorse as he recalled the infuriating things he had done the night before.
"Alright, stop bothering me," Yang Qingheng pushed him away forcefully. "I told you you've been drinking too much and haven't eaten in a while, that's why you're dizzy. Go wash up and eat something, I have to go back to the company later."
After Song Hengjue finished eating, she raised her wrist to check the time. It was already past ten in the morning. Sun Rong had made several phone calls to her.
The company's shareholders are still waiting in the meeting room; if she doesn't go back soon, those people might have something to say about her.
Song Hengjue was about to ask her to stay with him, but seeing the woman's unfriendly expression and shifty eyes, he swallowed his words.
“Here you are…” He pointed to Yang Qingheng’s collar.
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