If Song Hengjue were to regain his memory someday, and see his company, which he had painstakingly maintained for so many years, being ravaged by this group of scoundrels, I wonder how furious he would be.
Just as she was about to reach out and pat Song Hengjue on the shoulder to comfort him, she heard the man speak in a low voice: "If it weren't for this big show today, I wouldn't have known that Director Mo has been eyeing this position for so long. What, are the company's dividends no longer enough to satisfy you?"
The mocking voices weren't loud, but they still clearly reached everyone's hearts, delivering a heavy blow.
The group of people were speechless, their mouths agape, and they turned their heads stiffly.
...This doesn't sound like something a teenager would say; it's quite frightening.
"No matter how well you pretend, it's still fake. President Song, don't deceive yourself and even believe your own lies." Mo Yingqiang tried to remain calm.
"If I remember correctly, when Director Mo invested, he assured me that he would never have any designs on the position of company president. Tsk, I think it's not that I've lost my memory, but that Director Mo has dementia. You're so old, it's time to retire and enjoy your retirement." Song Hengjue slowly placed an agreement on the table, the seemingly light touch delivering a blow to Mo Ying's head.
He shook his head in disbelief: "How could this be... How could you..."
This matter was clearly only known to him and Song Hengjue...
He finally realized that this was clearly a scheme by Song Hengjue to suppress him! How hateful that he had foolishly crawled into the cage.
And his accomplices...
He turned his head abruptly, his eyes filled with venom as he looked at Li Nian: "It's you!"
The other shareholders had the same thought as him, and their expressions changed. A chill ran up from the soles of their feet, and they all shivered.
The only happy ones were the shareholders who had previously supported Song Hengjue. With Song Hengjue leading the charge, they didn't need anyone to remind them; they had already stood up angrily and were condemning Mo Ying.
"Well, so that's why you've been hoping for President Song to lose his memory. So you signed the agreement but didn't want to fulfill it. The driver who hit President Song's car was probably hired by you to murder him for money. Once President Song is dead, you can rightfully take control of the company."
The shareholders were completely bewildered, accusing him of every possible crime imaginable, as if they were possessed by Sherlock Holmes.
Yang Qingheng was also dumbfounded; there really was no such thing.
The driver was indeed driving under the influence of alcohol; there was absolutely no element of hiring someone to commit murder. She handled the matter herself.
But... since that's what they think, then so be it.
The little figure in my mind spread his hands and crossed his legs, watching the show.
Finally, in order to quell public anger, Mo Ying had no choice but to temporarily resign. Without a leader, his lackeys lost their confidence, bowed their heads, and dared not utter another word of rebuttal in front of Song Hengjue.
"Tell me, when did you regain your memories?" As soon as she entered the office, Yang Qingheng slammed the door shut, shutting Fang Nan out, and then slapped Song Hengjue on the head.
"After... returning from the police station." Song Hengjue's eyes darted around.
"You've really grown up, haven't you, Song Hengjue? These angels calling me on purpose, haven't they?" Yang Qingheng guessed it was something that happened in the last day or two, but she never expected it to happen so early. She wondered why this person had suddenly become so rebellious. It turned out that this bitch was deliberately tormenting her!
Thinking about how she hadn't slept well for several days and was worried that his company would fall into the hands of others, she was filled with anxiety.
Yang Qingheng felt that even slapping him twice more wouldn't be enough to vent her anger.
How could this person be so wicked!
Seeing her raised hand, Song Hengjue's head tensed, and he forced himself to grab his hand to his lips, trying to appease her: "Grandma, please let me explain..."
"I think you're the one who's my great-aunt! How can you be so infuriating?" After months of tension, Yang Qingheng's heart suddenly relaxed, and her eyes stung with tears. For a moment, she didn't know whether she was more happy that he had regained his memory or angry that he hadn't told her the truth and had made her worry more.
On one hand, she had to take care of his rebellious phase, and on the other hand, she worried that he would never regain his memory. Did he even know that she was being driven to the brink of mental illness by him?
Song Hengjue had been thinking of finding an excuse to get away with it, but seeing her red-rimmed eyes, he wanted to slap himself. He had no mood to argue anymore and helplessly used his sleeve to rub her eyes: "You...you don't cry, it's all my fault, you can hit me if you want."
He grabbed Yang Qingheng's hand and was about to slap her face.
"Fine, it seems I'm not trustworthy. What did you do wrong?" Yang Qingheng's eyelashes trembled slightly as she forcefully pulled her hand back.
Song Hengjue panicked, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by a large hand, and he slapped her twice, hard and solid, which startled Yang Qingheng. She grabbed his arm tightly and said, "Are you crazy? Why are you kneeling down?"
Luckily, the door was closed tightly, otherwise, as a dignified CEO, he would have lost all face.
"I won't get up!" Song Hengjue hugged her legs, tears streaming down his face as if they were free, wiping them haphazardly on her pants. "Wife, I was really wrong. I was bewitched. I took advantage of your gentleness towards me and even ordered you around. I... I'm unforgivable. Hit me if you want."
He shouldn't have tormented Yang Qingheng just because he was jealous that she knitted a scarf for Gu Yi. He shouldn't have made her worry and fear along with him. She works so hard for his company, and he still adds to her troubles and makes her cry.
The more Song Hengjue thought about it, the more he hated Yang Qingheng, and he grabbed Yang Qingheng's hand, ready to slap himself twice.
Yang Qingheng was so frightened that she covered his mouth tightly, her eyes constantly glancing towards the door, wondering how well the office was soundproofed.
"Keep your voice down! Are you afraid no one can hear you?!"
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