As he opened the door, the living room light shone in. Song Hengjue panicked, his whole body went cold, and he slammed the door shut like a madman. He held her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to melt her into his flesh and blood, making Yang Qingheng's bones ache.
"Yang Qingheng, can you give me some time? I'm just not ready yet."
Warm liquid trickled down his neck and into his collarbone; it was Song Hengjue's tears.
Yang Qingheng's anger was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. She gritted her teeth and pinched his earlobe: "You still have the nerve to cry? You promised me you wouldn't drink anymore, but you were just playing with me. If I hadn't come today, how much more would you have wanted to drink?"
“…I’m sorry.” Song Hengjue said in a muffled voice, his voice hoarse from crying.
It's both pitiful and infuriating.
"Why are you in a bad mood? Is it because of Xuanxuan?" Yang Qingheng asked cautiously.
Song Hengjue's tears, which she had just stopped, started flowing again. Yang Qingheng knew she was right and almost laughed in anger: "You're so upset that Tang Bainian and I don't have children? Are you out of your mind?"
While others are afraid of raising other men's children, he seems to want to take all his rivals' children home and raise them as his own. Is he addicted to being cuckolded?
"I'm sorry to him," Song Hengjue suddenly said, uttering something completely unexpected.
"Who?" Yang Qingheng's mind went blank for a moment, but she finally understood what the man was saying. Her eyes welled up with tears, and for the first time, she was glad that she had turned off the lights. Otherwise, she didn't know how ugly she would look when she cried.
Yang Qingheng held his face firmly and said, word by word, "Song Hengjue, let bygones be bygones and look forward. Even if you hadn't said those words, I might not have given birth to him. His timing was too unfortunate. I hope my child can be born into a warm family and not end up like me."
“And,” she sniffed, “no one can be his substitute, and no one should be his substitute. That’s not fair to him. After all these years, he must have been reincarnated as someone else’s happy baby. Don’t worry about him.”
Song Hengjue felt that she must have been drunk today, and she had even lost control of her body. Tears kept flowing down her face.
Fang Nan heard that the noise inside had finally stopped, and his heart, which had been in his throat, finally returned to his stomach.
She tiptoed back to her room.
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Qiao Xihe waited at the restaurant all day but Song Hengjue didn't show up. She was so angry that she almost fainted. The next day, she waited for Song Hengjue at the restaurant where he was eating.
"Hengjue, what a coincidence." She smiled slightly and went to greet him.
Song Hengjue had just seen off his business partner and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he turned around and saw Qiao Xihe. His mood instantly plummeted, and he asked politely but distantly, "Ms. Qiao, is there something you need?"
"I heard that President Song has been trying to find connections inside recently. I happen to know someone in the relevant department. Shall we go in for a cup of tea and a chat?" Qiao Xihe said meaningfully.
Song Hengjue narrowed her eyes, stepped aside from her, and walked inside: "Okay."
Qiao Xihe, having succeeded, curled her lips and followed slowly.
"Tell me, who do you know, and how much are you asking for?" Song Hengjue asked as soon as he sat down, his attitude businesslike and showing no intention of haggling with her.
Qiao Xihe glanced at the time: "Mr. Song, you can see for yourself who it is. He's on his way. Mr. Song, you don't mind if we wait a bit, do you?"
"I mind very much." Song Hengjue showed her no respect, glanced at his phone, and spoke coldly.
What a slut! She'd like to see how long he could keep up his smugness!
Qiao Xihe cursed inwardly, but put on a gentle expression: "President Song is really joking. If you're bored, why don't you try some pastries? These are the new chestnut pastries that this restaurant has just launched."
Upon hearing the word "chestnuts," Song Hengjue instinctively looked over and saw that they indeed looked quite appealing.
Yang Qingheng loves this food the most. Bring her a few boxes to try when you go back. If she's in a good mood, she might let him continue working as an assistant at the company.
Song Hengjue had a lot on his mind, but he didn't reach for the chestnut pastry at all.
He had countless experiences with traditional Chinese medicine before. This woman was eyeing him covetously, how could he possibly accept anything she gave him? What if his innocence was compromised...? Song Hengjue shuddered.
He shook his head and refused, saying, "I don't like this kind of food. Since Miss Qiao likes it, you can eat more."
Qiao Xihe saw that he was clearly interested but wary and unwilling to eat, and her smile froze.
She had heard before that Song Hengjue would always pack some snacks to take home whenever he went out, especially this chestnut pastry, so she specially ordered this dish and even added an aphrodisiac to it, but she didn't expect that the man wouldn't take the bait at all!
In order to dispel his suspicion, Qiao Xihe had no choice but to take a piece and put it in her mouth.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Hengjue finally lost his patience: "Miss Qiao, is the person you mentioned coming or not?"
"Wait a little longer, in case something comes up and delays us." Qiao Xihe's scalp tightened. Actually, she had deliberately tricked Song Hengjue into coming here. After Qiao Jiajun went in, her relatives avoided her like the plague. They wouldn't even see her, let alone help her. The "insiders" she mentioned didn't exist at all.
"I have something to do, I'll be going now." Song Hengjue saw his phone ringing and couldn't sit still any longer. He grabbed his coat and headed outside.
Qiao Xihe gritted her teeth, picked up her bag and followed: "I'm really sorry, let me see you out. He can go directly to the company to find you, so you don't have to make an extra trip."
Song Hengjue was in a hurry to go out and answer Yang Qingheng's call, but he didn't expect Qiao Xihe to be so clueless, and he almost cursed her out.
Is this person sick?!
Fortunately, Qiao Xihe seemed to finally notice that something was wrong with his expression, and she went back before even seeing him to the door.
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