His eyes darted around, and he picked up his suitcase and ran downstairs, saying, "Let's get to work, I'll get to work right now."
"Nonsense," Yang Qingheng muttered, stuffing the skincare products on the table into her suitcase as well.
When Tang Bainian carried Xuanxuan upstairs, she had almost finished tidying up. The room, which was originally full, was now half empty. His heart sank, and his fingers unconsciously clenched.
Xuanxuan, who had been quietly nestled in his arms, was pinched so hard it hurt. She let out a dissatisfied cry, scratched his coat with her claws, and rushed towards Yang Qingheng, leaping onto her shoulder.
"Sweetie, let me hug you." Yang Qingheng chuckled, gave it a kiss on the neck, and affectionately pinched its little ears.
Xuanxuan seemed to sense something, and today he didn't struggle. Instead, he obediently stayed in her arms and turned his belly up.
After all, he was the child she had raised herself. Yang Qingheng pursed her lips, feeling reluctant, and hesitated before looking at Tang Bainian: "You're busy with work and always traveling for business, so why don't I take Xuanxuan with me?"
But they dared not hold any hope.
Sure enough, Tang Bainian shook his head without hesitation and reached out to rub Xuanxuan's little head: "Leave it to me, I can take good care of it."
"Okay, fine." Although Yang Qingheng was a little disappointed, she didn't bring it up again and focused on stuffing the last of her cosmetics into her suitcase.
When Song Hengjue entered, he saw the backs of the two people. Tang Bainian was standing very close to them, looking extremely intimate.
My mind exploded instantly. Damn vixen!
He strode over, squeezed into the narrow gap between the two, and exclaimed, "Qingheng, are you done tidying up? Let's hurry up and finish so we can go back for lunch."
Tang Bainian's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing across them, as he gently squeezed Xuanxuan's pink cushion.
Xuanxuan was clearly still holding a grudge about being pinched and hurt at the door earlier. It turned around without a sound and darted to the side, landing right on Song Hengjue's shoulder.
"Ah! Get away!" Song Hengjue was so frightened that his face turned pale and he almost jumped out of the window, waving his hands and feet frantically.
In his eyes, this cat was a monster. He could tolerate a mouse on his body, but he could not accept a cat with sharp snouts and fangs on his body.
The psychological trauma of his childhood suddenly enveloped him, and Song Hengjue felt dizzy and his ankles began to ache again.
"Xuanxuan, get down." Yang Qingheng turned around abruptly and shouted.
Xuanxuan glanced back at her, then jumped down reluctantly, tilted her head to look at Song Hengjue, and walked out the door with her head held high.
Before Song Hengjue could recover from the shock, he saw the gloating glint in Tang Bainian's eyes. He immediately understood that this despicable man had deliberately brought his long-haired son here, and his anger surged to a fever pitch.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he touched his back, gasping for breath: "It looks like I got scratched."
"How could that be? I just trimmed its nails a few days ago," Yang Qingheng exclaimed in surprise, reaching out to tug at the back of his collar anxiously, "Let me see where it's hurt."
Concern clouded judgment, and I didn't have a single doubt.
Song Hengjue glanced at Tang Bainian out of the corner of his eye, but did not struggle. He obediently let Yang Qingheng pull open his collar. The two looked harmonious without any shame, just like an old married couple.
"How are you? Did you get scratched?" Feeling his back exposed to the air, Song Hengjue got goosebumps all over his arm.
When Yang Qingheng saw the view behind him clearly, her blood rushed to her head, and she frantically pulled up his clothes.
Several light scratches on the man's back stood out starkly against his fair skin. But these weren't cat scratches; they were clearly left from their fooling around last night.
It's obvious how intense their encounter was last night.
"No...no." Yang Qingheng's voice trembled, so embarrassed she almost wanted to disappear into the ground.
That shameless slut!
Tang Bainian could no longer maintain his composure. His smugness cracked, and he was so angry that he almost fainted. If Yang Qingheng hadn't been there, he would have loved to punch that vixen Song Hengjue to death.
How dare you!
How dare he!
After watching the whole scene unfold, Secretary Qian silently withdrew his foot, feeling even more sympathy for Tang Bainian.
This vixen is quite cunning; no wonder she managed to seduce the lady like this.
The director just divorced his wife yesterday, and last night his mistress rolled into his wife's bed. Isn't this humiliating Tang Bainian?
Song Hengjue noticed the hostile gazes of the two men, but instead of feeling ashamed, he was extremely smug. He slowly and methodically buttoned up his shirt, taking a full five minutes to button just a few buttons, as if afraid that Tang Bainian might be furious.
Yang Qingheng looked at his smug expression, her lips twitching. She knew exactly what he was up to, and almost laughed in anger. She slapped him on the head: "Hurry up and get to work!"
Having achieved his goal, Song Hengjue was incredibly refreshed. He wasn't annoyed at being slapped; instead, he grabbed her hand and squeezed her soft fingers in a flattering manner. As if injected with stimulants, he grabbed several suitcases and rushed downstairs, carrying all of Yang Qingheng's luggage down in just a few minutes.
"Thank you for your help all this time. I'll treat you to a meal another day when I have time," Yang Qingheng said politely to Tang Bainian as she stood up.
Ever since she learned about those things, she could no longer convince herself to stand in front of him as easily as before.
Tang Bainian keenly sensed her change, and his heart sank, but he could only pretend not to know, and shook his head with a light laugh: "We signed an agreement, it's a mutually beneficial thing, how can it be considered troublesome? You're too polite, I'll remember about the meal."
He made a joking remark when he said the last sentence.
Yang Qingheng nodded, said nothing more, walked past Secretary Qian and went out, and got into the car with Song Hengjue.
Seeing that the two had left and that her director seemed a bit off, Secretary Qian tactfully took the proposal she had brought and quietly left, leaving Tang Bainian all alone.
The living room door closed gently, and everything returned to calm. Tang Bainian stared at the door in silence for an unknown amount of time before collapsing onto the sofa in despair.
Xuanxuan was playing with the cat scratching post on the ground when he keenly sensed his owner's mood. He awkwardly stopped what he was doing, hesitated for a moment, and then ran over, raising his little head and meowing at him a few times.
Tang Bainian's eyelashes trembled slightly as he reached out and pulled it into his arms. The overwhelming sadness and reluctance that had been suppressed in his eyes finally broke through, and his eyes became slightly red and moist.
All that's left of Yang Qingheng is this.
Xuanxuan was uncomfortable being covered up by him, but unusually, he didn't scratch him and stayed quietly in his arms.
As soon as they got in the car, Yang Qingheng's expression changed. She pressed Song Hengjue down into the seat, angrily saying, "Song Hengjue, you really have no shame! Is it fun to play with me? Hmm?"
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