Song Hengjue was also stunned, internally churning out his anger.
Green tea! Her loud voice when she was talking to him just now wasn't like this at all!
Yang Qingheng turned her head and saw Song Hengjue's murderous gaze, which scared Zhao Yan so much that she almost buried her face in her chest. Remembering what her younger sister had just experienced, she felt a little annoyed: "Song Hengjue, what kind of look is that!"
Song Hengjue couldn't believe that Yang Qingheng would actually side with outsiders. Seeing Zhao Yan's smug look as she nestled in Yang Qingheng's arms, he was furious. Helpless, he could only squeeze out a frustrated "It's nothing."
Just as they were about to get on the bus, Song Hengjue rubbed his hands together, ready to rush forward and grab the seat next to Yang Qingheng.
He was quick-witted and agile, and he actually managed to snatch it from his bottom.
Song Hengjue looked smug and raised his chin at Zhao Yan beside him.
Let's show that experience really matters!
Unaware of the undercurrent between the two, Yang Qingheng took the opportunity to sit up.
With only one seat left, Zhao Yan had no choice but to reluctantly sit in the front.
But she was unwilling to give up. Her eyes flickered, and she tugged at Yang Qingheng's sleeve: "Sister, can I sit next to you? I...I'm scared..."
What is she afraid of? Naturally, she is afraid of men.
It's normal to be scared after just going through something like this.
Yang Qingheng understood, hesitated for a few seconds, and then kicked Song Hengjue's shin: "You sit in the front."
"Why should I!" Song Hengjue's face darkened. He had just secured the spot, and now he was being forced to give it up to that woman. What kind of logic was that? He pursed his lips, grabbed Yang Qingheng, and was about to reason with her.
Yang Qingheng didn't even glance at him: "What do you mean, 'why'? You can sit in the back anytime you want, why do you have to fight with others for this seat now?"
Look how scared they've become.
When Yang Qingheng saw Zhao Yan say that she didn't have to go, she felt a little guilty.
She was the one who invited them to dinner, and abandoning them halfway there is just too inhumane.
Song Hengjue gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at the woman. Knowing that Yang Qingheng had been bewitched by this woman, he dared not provoke her and obediently went to the front.
After finishing their meal, the two of them escorted Zhao Yan back to her building.
"Sister, let's contact each other by phone." Zhao Yan held up the business card in her hand, her eyes pleading.
Song Hengjue felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he could tear off her fox-like face and show Yang Qingheng her true colors.
Seeing that the woman had finally left, he breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief. Before he could say a word to Yang Qingheng, his cell phone rang in his pocket.
The number looked unfamiliar, but I answered it without thinking.
"I don't care about this. Miss Qiao, you can talk to her yourself." After hearing what was said on the other end, Song Hengjue hung up the phone with a blank expression.
Upon hearing the familiar surname, Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Qiao Xihe? What does she want with you?"
"She said she wanted to hold a banquet at my hotel, but I refused. That woman harmed you so much, how could I let her hold a banquet on my turf?" Song Hengjue snorted, gently resting his chin on her neck, seeking praise.
Song Hengjue was surprised that the woman not only didn't praise him, but instead asked, "Why won't you agree? Doesn't your hotel need a good opening?"
She knew that Song Hengjue had recently opened a hotel. Because it was a new hotel, it wasn't well-known and hadn't held any large banquets. If Qiao Xihe could hold her banquet at his hotel, it would undoubtedly be a good way to increase its visibility.
I guess that woman was also trying to get close to Song Hengjue with the same idea in mind.
"I don't make money from just any kind of money. What's the point of me taking money that will make you unhappy?" Song Hengjue assured him.
Yang Qingheng chuckled, her soft fingertips piercing through his stiff stubble: "How can money be meaningless?"
"Huh? You really want her to hold a banquet at my hotel?" Song Hengjue asked, puzzled.
"It's more fun to watch a play on your own turf," Yang Qingheng chuckled.
In an instant, Song Hengjue remembered the big gift Yang Qingheng had said she would give Qiao Xihe at her birthday party, and his eyes lit up: "Whatever you say."
Since she meant to attend a live monkey show, Song Hengjue was somewhat tempted: "Do you have a dress? I'll send you one."
Thinking of the dresses he had saved up, he couldn't wait to let Yang Qingheng try them on and see how they looked.
Yang Qingheng gave him a strange look and coldly pushed his head away: "Tang Bainian doesn't know if he'll go or not. If he does go, I'll definitely go with him, and we'll order our formal attire together."
Song Hengjue immediately deflated like a balloon, dejectedly leaning against the car window next to him.
On the other side.
Qiao Xihe had just been rejected by Song Hengjue, but unexpectedly, only an hour later she received a call from Song Hengjue's subordinate. She thought that Song Hengjue had accepted her gift and was so happy that she paced around the room.
He immediately called Pan Zhen: "Uncle?"
Pan Zhen's heart skipped a beat when he heard his niece's gentle tone.
Sure enough, less than three seconds later, Qiao Xihe's voice came from the other end: "I'm having a birthday party in a few days, could you please lend me some money, Uncle?"
She was determined to make this banquet a grand and spectacular success!
Qiao Xihe felt a surge of resentment when she recalled how Yang Qingheng had overshadowed her at a banquet she had hosted for her father.
Pan Zhen cursed silently for a few moments, but his reply was respectful: "Xi He, it's not that your uncle doesn't want to help you, it's just that my finances haven't been very convenient lately, you see..."
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