"Don't do this kind of thing, or I'll really teach you a lesson." Yang Qingheng glared at him coldly.
Song Hengjue watched helplessly as the woman snatched the flowers from his pocket before he could react, and threw them into the nearby trash can the next second.
"This is mine!" He stepped forward, his temper flaring.
"Stop messing around." Yang Qingheng took a deep breath and gently pinched his cheek. The man, who had just been bristling, immediately slumped down.
When Yang Qingheng returned to the banquet hall, Tang Bainian was already talking to someone else. Mu Xiaoxiao, who had vowed to protect her on the way to the banquet, had been talking non-stop as she walked through the banquet hall.
He's still a child.
Yang Qingheng shook her head helplessly, tidied her makeup, and slowly approached Tang Bainian: "Bainian."
When Tang Bainian saw that she had finally returned, he was relieved and introduced her to the few men with slightly gray hair in front of him: "This is my wife, Yang Qingheng."
He then introduced Yang Qingheng: "This is Director Xu from next door, and he's also a friend of our father's."
“Miss Yang, I know her,” the old leader closest to Tang Bainian laughed heartily, took a careful look at Yang Qingheng, and looked at her with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. “I’ve seen her at the Chamber of Commerce. I can’t mistake her for someone with that kind of aura.”
Yang Qingheng smiled politely, neither humble nor arrogant: "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Xu."
"I heard you're participating in the investment promotion conference next month. How are your preparations going?" Perhaps out of affection for Yang Qingheng, Director Xu showed more concern for her career.
Yang Qingheng was about to speak modestly when a soft laugh came from the side: "Isn't this Uncle Xu? Long time no see."
"The birthday celebrant is so busy today, what brings you here?" Director Xu asked with a polite smile.
He doesn't usually attend banquets of this caliber. He's here today because of the Qiao family's influence. Although he doesn't have much of a relationship with Qiao Xihe, he still gives her the respect she deserves.
As soon as she finished speaking, someone next to her said, "Xihe has grown more and more beautiful. Your father has raised a good daughter. I heard that your company's business is a leader in our capital. How about it, when will you expand to our Shen City? You can help boost the economy of Shen City."
The moment this person spoke, the entire room fell silent for a second.
Qiao Jiajun's boss, I don't know why he came to this banquet today, it really gives the Qiao family a lot of face.
The previously composed Director Xu immediately became extremely respectful upon hearing this man's words: "You are right, Director Qiao is not only outstanding in his work, but also well-educated in his daughter."
Several people agreed without hesitation.
Yang Qingheng had expected Qiao Xihe to come, so she wasn't surprised at all. She stood calmly to the side without saying a word.
"Uncle Mo, what are you saying? Shen City's economy has always been the best in Beijing. There's no place for a small company like mine." Qiao Xihe was pleased to be praised. There was no one here who could get such praise from this junior, not even Tang Bainian.
He felt he had won back a point against Yang Qingheng.
He looked smugly at Yang Qingheng, but to his surprise, the woman didn't even look at him. She was staring intently at the wine in her glass, as if she could see something amazing in it.
Her nonchalant attitude made her seem like an actress putting on a show, and Qiao Xihe suddenly felt a surge of anger. Staring at the wine in Yang Qingheng's hand, she suddenly had an idea.
Turning to Mo Qi beside him, he said warmly, "Uncle Mo, I heard you love wine. This is French wine. I asked a friend to specially airfreight it back from Chloe Estate. Would you like to try some?"
"It seems I made the right choice coming to this banquet today. No wonder your father kept inviting me; it turns out there's something so good here." Mo Qi's indifferent expression changed slightly, showing a hint of interest.
"I heard that Miss Yang used the same wine when she held the banquet before, so she must have a lot of knowledge about it. I wonder if she would be willing to give the leaders some face and explain it to them?" Qiao Xihe smiled and nodded to Yang Qingheng, her attitude very sincere.
Those present were all seasoned veterans; how could they not have noticed her little tricks? However, this was just Miss Qiao from the Qiao family, making things difficult for a mere deputy director's wife, not some important figure, so they weren't surprised.
Even Director Xu, who had been very kind to Tang Bainian just moments before, only glanced at Yang Qingheng with concern, and ultimately did not say a word in help, turning his gaze elsewhere indifferently.
Noticing the unified gazes of several leaders, Yang Qingheng found herself in a difficult position; she had no choice but to introduce herself.
But she was just a country girl. Even though she had been in the capital for so many years, she was still no match for the young ladies who had been raised for over a decade. How could she possibly understand these things?
Qiao Xihe almost burst out laughing when she saw Yang Qingheng's embarrassed expression; this was exactly the effect she wanted.
Tang Bainian's facial expression remained unchanged, but the hand holding Yang Qingheng was bulging with veins and the knuckles were so tense they turned white.
He stepped forward to help Yang Qingheng out of the predicament: "I'm so sorry, Miss Qiao, please find someone else. Qingheng's throat has been sore these past two days, and she's been taking medicine. Please bear with her."
Nod politely.
That makes sense, after all, only she knows whether her throat hurts or not, and who can take her to the hospital to have her throat checked?
However, Qiao Xihe persisted, her eyes smiling with a hint of sarcasm: "Mrs. Tang looked perfectly fine when she was speaking just now, not at all uncomfortable. Now that you're asking her to introduce some red wine to the leaders, she's acting all uncomfortable. Does she look down on the leaders?"
The room fell into a deathly silence upon hearing this.
Tang Bainian pursed his lips, his expression changed slightly, and he stepped forward to protect Yang Qingheng and speak up for her.
But now, no matter what you say, there's a risk of offending people.
Yang Qingheng's eyes flickered slightly. She suddenly grabbed Tang Bainian's hand and pulled him back, giving him a slightly embarrassed smile, appearing tolerant and generous.
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