[Deputy Director Tang, as a public official, engaged in illicit sexual relationships...]
The accompanying picture shows Tang Bainian in an intimate photo at the hotel entrance, with his arm around a woman.
The important thing is that the person on it isn't Yang Qingheng at all!
Tang's father's face was ashen, and he slammed his fist on the table, roaring at Tang Bainian, "Tang Bainian, I think you've become too ambitious!"
He turned around and went to find a stick.
Mu Huihe was startled and quickly snatched it away, angrily scolding, "Don't you know your son's personality? He would have gone to Xishan to find a girlfriend back then, how could he do something like this?"
Turning to Tang Bainian, she said with exasperation, "Hurry up and explain to your father."
Tang Bainian stood ramrod straight, each word like a vow, and no one would doubt the truthfulness of his words: "Dad, this is all a misunderstanding. I don't know her at all. She crawled into my arms on her own, and I immediately had the waiter take her away."
After listening, Tang's father was skeptical, but finally, frustrated and exasperated, he slammed his fist on the table: "Even if we know it's not true, will others believe it? Will the leaders believe it?"
Why did this have to happen just when Tang Bainian was about to get promoted? It's clearly malicious, and it's most likely something his rivals did.
He turned to Secretary Qian and sighed, "Do the higher-ups know about this?"
Secretary Qian glanced at Tang Bainian subconsciously, then nervously swallowed: "The inspection team just called. Tang's promotion has been put on hold for now. As for the disciplinary action, we'll have to wait until they finish their investigation."
With this kind of news, whether it's true or not, the promotion is most likely off.
There was a moment of silence; the atmosphere had been so lively just moments before, but now it was incredibly somber.
Mu Xiaoxiao didn't dare to breathe loudly and tugged at Yang Qingheng's sleeve.
Yang Qingheng patted the back of her hand to comfort her, stared at the photo for a long time, and suddenly said, "Bainian, you stayed at my hotel back then, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Tang Bainian nodded.
"That makes things easier." Yang Qingheng smiled, a hint of amusement in her eyes.
Hearing her say that, the others all looked over in surprise: "Qingheng, what do you mean?"
“Since Bai Nian said he handed the person over to the waiter immediately afterward, and I just installed surveillance cameras in the hotel a few days ago, we can just hand over the recordings to the inspection team.” Yang Qingheng’s voice was calm, and the tense atmosphere eased because of her words.
Mu Huihe didn't understand anything about surveillance.
However, Tang's father had used a lot of connections to help Yang Qingheng with these surveillance cameras a while ago, so he knew what they were for. At the time, he thought Yang Qingheng didn't need to install such things, as they were expensive, laborious, and rarely used. But unexpectedly, they came in very handy in just a few days.
He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "You know, those who have been to school are really different! Qingheng, you've installed this surveillance system brilliantly!"
To avoid any unforeseen complications, Yang Qingheng immediately took out her phone and called the hotel manager, instructing him to save the video recording for the inspection team's review.
After her husband explained, Mu Huihe understood the purpose of the surveillance camera and repeatedly praised Yang Qingheng as the family's lucky star; otherwise, her son would be in deep trouble no matter what.
Upon hearing that it was an important matter, the manager immediately had someone take photos and send the items over.
"This is the person who took the photo while hiding behind the potted plants, but he's not a guest of our hotel, so there's no record of him in the front desk's logbook." The manager hurriedly entered the Tang family's house in the evening with a stack of photos.
Yang Qingheng nodded, looking at the stack of photos. She felt like she had seen the man in the photos somewhere before. She stroked her chin and said to the manager, "Give me a backup of the surveillance footage, then you go back. Don't alert him."
As soon as the manager left, she immediately dialed the private investigator's number.
Unlike the tense atmosphere here, Song Hengjue had just finished eating and entered his office with some documents. Several shareholders had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Alright, let's start the meeting." He placed his hands on the table and nodded to the people below.
The shareholders exchanged glances, took out documents, and began to discuss. They were actually quite confused, as they had already discussed this issue before and reached a consensus.
Why did President Song suddenly call them here again? Has something changed?
But why haven't they heard a single word about it?
Seeing that they all looked blank, Song Hengjue frowned slightly and coughed lightly: "I didn't call you here today to talk about company matters. I've been here for more than half a year, but I still haven't gotten to know you all. Let's all get to know each other better."
These strange words sent a chill down the spines of the people in the audience. They exchanged glances, all tense.
Song Hengjue doesn't seem like the type to be bothered with his employees' family matters. Could there be a spy among them?
It must be one of them, so President Song gathered them together to find this traitor.
Now, everyone in the audience was on edge, afraid of being associated with the word "traitor," and hurriedly pledged their loyalty.
"President Song, I've been with our company for five years. I'm one of the most senior employees. I've watched the company grow with my own eyes. It's like my own child. There's absolutely no way I would betray the company." One person stood up tremblingly, almost ready to swear a solemn oath to prove his innocence.
"President Song, although I am new here, I have absolutely no ulterior motives. I have reviewed all the company's procedures, and I have never done anything that would be detrimental to the company." Another newly appointed employee hurriedly expressed his stance.
"I told you to talk about your family, why are you talking about this?" Song Hengjue's lips twitched as he looked at this group of dumbfounded people who hadn't gotten to the point for a long time. He typed faster and faster with his pen, his tone becoming increasingly irritated.
With so many people, not a single one has any sense of propriety. Who hired these employees?
If there are spies, and they need to know about their family situations, does that mean they're going to lay off employees?
The group was even more confused, feeling as if their hearts were about to jump out of their throats. They were afraid that Song Hengjue wouldn't tell them and would make them guess, and they were also afraid that Song Hengjue would say something bad about them. They looked to Mo Yao next to Song Hengjue for help.
The secretaries in the office had just experienced the exact same thing an hour ago, so Mo Yao knew exactly what was wrong with Song Hengjue. She glanced sympathetically at the people below and quietly pointed a finger at Song Hengjue.
Confused, everyone looked around. The manager sitting in front of Song Hengjue was the first to notice something was wrong. His gaze fixed on the conspicuous ring on Song Hengjue's hand, and he hesitated before asking, "Mr. Song, your ring... is quite beautiful."
Those nearby almost cursed out loud upon hearing this.
What an idiot! What kind of nonsense is this? He's just making President Song even angrier and dragging them all down with him.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Song Hengjue coughed lightly with his fist to his lips, touched the ring with his fingers, and looked disgusted: "My girlfriend insisted on buying it, and she gets angry if I don't wear it. You know, women are just so dramatic."
He looked disgusted, but his lips were practically curled up to the sky.
The managers exchanged glances; they were all shrewd and understood what Song Hengjue meant. They shamelessly went up to him.
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