"Are you better now?"
Normally, he would be overjoyed to hear a word of concern from Yang Qingheng, but now Song Hengjue only felt guilty, his eyes darting around, covering his phone as if afraid she might hear something.
Hesitantly, he said, "I'm almost fully recovered. You... did you call to ask what's wrong?"
Yang Qingheng opened the office door and went out, beckoning to Sun Rong to bring her the proposal she had just been given.
After all, they had been husband and wife for over twenty years in their previous life. She knew something was wrong as soon as the man spoke. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "Song Hengjue, you're not hiding anything from me, are you?"
"What could I possibly be hiding from you? Alright, I have a lot of things to do, I have to hang up." Song Hengjue's internal alarm bells were blaring, and he quickly made up an excuse to hang up the phone.
Yang Qingheng looked at the off screen of her phone and let out a cold laugh.
Okay, okay, you've grown wings, haven't you? You even dared to hang up on her.
"Qingheng, what happened?" Sun Rong was startled when she saw her expression.
Despite Yang Qingheng's playful banter with Song Hengjue, her emotions at work are unusually stable. She had rarely seen this expression on her face before, and it was rather frightening.
Yang Qingheng suddenly snapped out of her daze, withdrew the cold smile from her face, and snatched the document from her hand: "It's nothing, it's not a big deal."
Sun Rong's heart, which had jumped into her throat, fell back into her stomach.
Song Hengjue sneaked out from the corner, only to suddenly meet a familiar face. His heart stopped, and he shrank back like a thief.
She said, "Why does this man seem so guilty?"
Yang Qingheng laughed in anger, rushed over, grabbed him by the collar, and lifted him up: "You dare to run!"
"Mr. Yang, you've mistaken me for someone else." Song Hengjue lowered his voice, changing his tone, and it really did sound a little different from usual.
"Mistaken identity?" Yang Qingheng looked him up and down, seemingly confused as well. Just when Song Hengjue thought he could get away with it, he received a slap on the head. "Mistaken identity my ass! Come with me."
He kicked him in the shin, urging him to walk toward the office.
The secretaries were too far away to see what the two were saying, but President Yang looked very angry.
"Tsk, I told you long ago, relying on looks to please others won't last. Look, this assistant has no skills at all. He angered President Yang today, and he's still going to be fired."
"Pshaw, she really thinks she can get away with anything just because she's a little bit pretty."
Someone made a sarcastic remark, having long disliked Song Hengjue for being good at nothing, and now naturally they were determined to ridicule him.
There were a couple of people who felt sorry for Song Hengjue, but none of them dared to speak up for him. They just silently lit two white candles for him in their hearts.
This assistant's job is probably going to be ruined.
Song Hengjue followed Yang Qingheng inside, feeling so guilty that he didn't know where to look.
She had already prepared a whole host of apologies and thought of countless ways to appease Yang Qingheng and make her stop being angry.
The next second, her collar tightened, and a soft touch covered her lips.
Yang Qingheng lightly patted his cheek: "Didn't I tell you not to come here pretending to be a staff member anymore? Why did you still come without telling me? Are you that reluctant to part with me?"
Yang Qingheng rarely spoke so bluntly. Song Hengjue was taken aback. When he realized what she meant, a puff of steam rose up from his face, making his cheeks turn bright red.
Gan Gan couldn't speak, he just kept staring at her, unwilling to look away even for a second.
“Idiot,” Yang Qingheng grabbed his collar and pushed him onto the sofa, “I’m not messing around with you anymore. I have a lot of things to do. Go play by yourself.”
Song Hengjue touched his nose and pointed to the door: "Don't I need to go out and help?"
Even if he's just a nominal assistant, he still has to do the work, otherwise people will gossip about him.
"That's enough. Look at all this time, who dares to order you around?" Yang Qingheng said speechlessly.
Everyone in the company knows that he poured hot tea into the crotch of a company shareholder. Who wouldn't be foolish enough to order him around?
I'm afraid I won't be able to help him at all, and he'll just make me furious.
Song Hengjue was embarrassed, but he knew he had done something extraordinary: "I'm usually pretty good at working."
He used to mop the dishes and floors at home, and he did it just fine. Last time he did it on purpose, so how can you attribute it to his ability?
Yang Qingheng was too lazy to pay him any attention.
The woman sat at her desk with a serious expression, working diligently.
This was a side of him that Song Hengjue had never seen in his previous life, and he was stunned.
But before he could behave for long, he started acting up again, first tentatively touching the pen that Yang Qingheng had placed aside.
Seeing that she still had no expression, he pursed his lips, looking somewhat unhappy, and secretly moved a little closer to her.
Just as he was pushing his luck and about to rest his head on her neck, Yang Qingheng finally lost her temper and lightly slapped his shoulder: "Don't think I won't teach you a lesson just because you're a patient."
Feeling awkward, Song Hengjue obediently moved a little further away.
"By the way, didn't Qiao Xihe send you a birthday invitation? When is the banquet?" Yang Qingheng looked up, remembering something.
Song Hengjue was puzzled and asked strangely, "You're going? I didn't notice. I'll go back and check if the invitation is still there, and then I'll let you know."
He had no intention of attending; he only accepted the invitation that day to get rid of those two annoying people as quickly as possible. He didn't even know if the invitation was already in the trash.
“If she doesn’t participate, I think we should give her a big gift.” Yang Qingheng pressed her index finger to her forehead and narrowed her eyes meaningfully.
A person can't just sit and wait to die. Qiao Xihe has been suppressing her for so long, it's time for her to teach her a lesson. Otherwise, people will really think she's a pushover.
She knew Song Hengjue well, and Song Hengjue knew her just as well. Judging from her expression, he could tell that she was up to no good.
His rough fingertips gently rubbed her earlobe: "What do you want to do? Do you need my help?"
“Not yet,” a jolt of electricity shot through Yang Qingheng’s ears, making her tailbone tingle. She swallowed, rolled over and sat on his lap, touching his thin lips. “But there’s something else I need your help with right now.”
With the person he liked in his arms, speaking so directly, Song Hengjue subconsciously swallowed and was about to kiss her rosy lips.
A voice came from outside: "President Song, your husband is here."
It broke the ambiguity in the room.
Song Hengjue opened his eyes with a start, all lust gone.
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