Why did she divorce Yang Qingheng back then? Otherwise, she wouldn't be fighting with that scumbag Tang Bainian now.
"Has the Tang family's car left?" He quickly grabbed a young man who was parking the car.
The man looked at him strangely, sizing him up before speaking slowly, "That Tang family of the deputy director? The Tang family's wife said she wanted to go back and rest, and their car went back half an hour ago."
"Half an hour ago?" Song Hengjue exclaimed in disbelief, "Impossible!"
Yang Qingheng has been treating him well lately, so she must hold a place in his heart... How could she be so heartless?
"Why would I lie to you? Several of us heard it in the parking lot." The young man was already annoyed by working overtime, and Song Hengjue's current disheveled appearance showed no trace of his former status as a nobleman. He thought Song Hengjue was just one of those sycophantic men trying to climb the social ladder, so his attitude wasn't much better.
Yang Qingheng is such a soft-hearted woman, so easily softened towards Tang Bainian, that cheating man. How could she be so cruel to him?
Song Hengjue muttered to himself, feeling even more sorrowful.
Yang Qingheng watched from afar for an unknown amount of time, but finally couldn't bear it and said helplessly, "Idiot, hurry up and come here."
"You...you're still here?" Upon hearing the familiar voice, Song Hengjue suddenly stood up, overjoyed and incredulous. However, his legs had gone numb from squatting for so long, and he tripped and fell flat on his face before he could even stand up.
Yang Qingheng burst out laughing: "Song Hengjue, did you get your brain caught in a door?" She quickly went over to help him up.
Song Hengjue's bright white teeth were so obvious that he couldn't hide them. He wouldn't bother with her teasing. With his nose red, he pulled her tightly into his arms and said, "I'm freezing like this, and you're still laughing at me."
"Serves you right!" Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes and helped him walk to the car next to her.
Wrapped in a blanket, Song Hengjue finally had some intuition, but before he could say a word to Yang Qingheng, a police car slowly stopped in front of them.
A policeman quickly got out of the car, took out his badge and held it up: "Mr. Song Hengjue?"
“Yes.” Song Hengjue nodded hesitantly.
"We received a report that you are suspected of a fraud involving millions of yuan. Please come with us." After saying this, without waiting for his reply, they forcibly dragged him out of the car.
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