“Auntie will be off work soon, and we haven’t spoken in a long time. Why don’t you sleep with me tonight?” Yao Ying asked tentatively, taking her hand.
Song Hengjue's smile faded: "It's inconvenient for two people to sleep together, isn't it? In the middle of winter, even turning over will let in cold air. If two people sleep together, they'll both catch a cold tomorrow."
“That makes sense.” Yao Ying felt that what he said made some sense, but she couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
Fang Nan told me that Yang Qingheng already has a child. I originally wanted to get closer to her and go see the child, just in case we got along well and could keep in touch in the future.
Yang Qingheng kept calling her "Auntie," which made her feel very uncomfortable.
Fang Nan rolled his eyes inwardly as he looked at Song Hengjue's feigned composure.
"What are you doing here instead of going back to your room? Get out." Song Hengjue came out of the bathroom and saw Fang Nan sitting on the sofa in the room with his legs crossed, looking at him with a shifty eye. He felt a chill and rubbed the goosebumps on his hands. He then wrapped his bathrobe tightly around himself, making it completely airtight.
"What are you doing?" Fang Nan stroked his chin, smiling slyly, his tone low and cryptic. "I'm afraid someone's going to be a slut tonight, so I came to see what's going on."
"I think you've lost your mind, you're just going crazy all day long," Song Hengjue said disdainfully, grabbing him by the back of his collar and kicking him away. "Do you think I'm the kind of person who takes advantage of others' misfortunes? If you dare to spread rumors again, I'll throw you out of my house."
Fang Nan chuckled, knowing better than to say anything, waved his hand, and walked downstairs.
"Just don't force me. I'll sleep in the guest room downstairs. You don't need to worry about me."
After I finished speaking, I felt that I had gone to the unnecessary lengths.
Even if Song Hengjue wasn't that kind of person, given Yang Qingheng's crazy personality, she could strip him naked and throw him downstairs to hang there.
Another room.
Yang Qingheng had just come out of the bathroom when she saw her phone vibrating on the bed. She didn't know how long it had been ringing before she reached out and answered it.
"It's so windy outside, where are you? Are you alright?" Tang Bainian's anxious voice came through the phone.
Yang Qingheng was silent for a moment, feeling uneasy: "The wind was too strong, it wasn't safe to drive. I stayed at a hotel outside after I finished my business. I forgot to tell you, I'm sorry."
"I'm glad you're alright. I just got back not long ago too." Tang Bainian nodded, his voice gentle.
His dark eyes stared at the photos his secretary had brought him, his gaze unfathomable.
After hanging up, he immediately dialed another number: "Have you found him?"
"Deputy Director, we've found it."
A ruthless glint flashed in Tang Bainian's eyes: "Arrange to meet her."
Yang Qingheng felt that the man's voice sounded a bit strange today, but after thinking about it, she felt that her thoughts were a bit excessive.
No one is in a good mood every day. Tang Bainian just has a good temper; he's not a saint.
I shivered, turned around and closed the window, then crawled into bed.
Unfortunately, the bed was cold in winter. Even with an electric blanket, my feet were still chilly. I couldn't close my eyes until late at night. I sighed and was about to get up to pour myself a glass of water when the door creaked open.
Steady footsteps approached, and a dark shadow could be vaguely seen in the darkness.
After twenty years of living together, we are so familiar with each other that it's etched into our bones. Even in the dark, we can clearly tell who the puppy is by the sound of his footsteps.
The man didn't speak, and she remained silent, slowly closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep. She wanted to see what kind of trouble this bastard was up to.
However, after a long time without sensing any movement from the man, Yang Qingheng hesitated for a few seconds and half-opened her eyes.
He stared at the dark figure in front of him, completely bewildered.
Song Hengjue wanted to make a move, but his face was burning with embarrassment, and the thought of what shameful things he was about to do made him unable to act.
Holding onto his belt, he just couldn't convince himself to lie down on her bed like those men in nightclubs.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night..." Yang Qingheng hadn't been able to sleep for several hours and was already on the verge of losing her temper. Her head throbbed twice, and she sat up abruptly and turned on the nightlight by her bedside.
However, when they saw the scene in front of them, their eyes widened in disbelief.
Song Hengjue was startled. Noticing the woman's staring gaze, his face suddenly turned as red as a shrimp, and he hurriedly hugged himself.
"Are you... seducing me?" Yang Qingheng was silent for a moment, then realized what was happening.
Thinking about how meticulously the man looked today, down to the last strand of his hair, she slapped her forehead and found it somewhat amusing.
"I'm not trying to be mean, Song Hengjue, but how can you be so shameless? When I wanted to be with you, you brought outsiders to provoke me. Now that I have a family, what kind of behavior is this? Have you forgotten what you said about Tang Bainian back then?"
Song Hengjue hesitated for most of the night before finally deciding to come over, and now, after being mocked by her, he almost couldn't hold back the sour feeling welling up inside him.
Of course he remembered that six years ago he said Tang Bainian was flamboyant and seduced women, and didn't look like a decent person.
"Stop messing around, I'm tired, get out." Yang Qingheng was annoyed by his pitiful appearance. He looked pitiful now, but when she was angry, she wanted to send him straight to the crematorium.
"I...I'm different from him." Song Hengjue swallowed nervously, then decided to go all out.
Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow.
Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, throwing his pride to the ground and saying, "I don't need a title."
Yang Qingheng's lips twitched, completely baffled by his thought process: "So?"
She made it clear to him: "Song Hengjue, I've said before that we can be strangers or friends, but don't do this to me. I'm very satisfied with my marriage to Tang Bainian. He's a good match for me."
"But he cheated on you. If he can cheat, why can't you? Are you willing to accept that?" Song Hengjue laughed angrily. "You like him that much?"
She wasn't like this before. He didn't understand how Tang Bainian had brainwashed her in just five years!
"Tell me why I like him," Yang Qingheng said, her eyes red and on the verge of tears. Intrigued, she sat up straight. "Because he's been with me for the past five years. Don't you understand the saying 'love grows over time'? Didn't you experience that in your past life?"
Song Hengjue certainly knew.
In her past life, Yang Qingheng initially liked that scumbag Gu Yi. If he hadn't come from behind and stayed with her for so many years, she wouldn't have been able to rise to the top.
A dull thud came from outside.
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