"You have a bad temper," Fang Nan rolled his eyes. If this person hadn't been so generous with money, he wouldn't have bothered to put up with his bad temper. Yang Qingheng would definitely beat him up if he had to deal with that foul mouth every day. "Everything that happened after Yang Qingheng came to the capital is here. Take a look for yourself."
Fang Nan took a file out of his briefcase and placed it on the table. Too lazy to serve him, he pushed open the door and went out.
Song Hengjue quickly glanced at it, and the more he looked, the more uncomfortable his expression became.
The Tang family.
Tang Bainian came in from outside the garden and saw Yang Qingheng wearing a coat, carrying a bag, and putting on high heels: "Why are you going out on the weekend?"
“When you’re busy, you don’t care whether it’s a weekend or not,” Yang Qingheng chimed in.
Tang Bainian's eyes darkened: "Didn't we say we were going to look at cars today?"
"I don't have time. You don't have to work tomorrow, so please forgive me this once. I'll go with you tomorrow," Yang Qingheng said apologetically.
Tang Bainian was disappointed, but he didn't look angry: "Then go and come back soon. I asked Auntie to buy black-boned chicken, and I'll make soup for you tonight."
"How can you be so good?" Yang Qingheng praised sincerely. "Any girl who is with you will be so lucky."
The words he spoke did not resonate with Tang Bainian; instead, they caused the smile on his face to fade.
Yang Qingheng arrived at the private room two hours late, whether intentionally or unintentionally, it was unclear.
Song Hengjue was restless, and after checking his watch for what felt like the umpteenth time, he saw her coming and quickly stood up.
"Speak, what exactly do you want?" Yang Qingheng casually tossed her bag onto the table, crossed her arms, and raised her chin, showing no sign that she was the one in a vulnerable position.
Song Hengjue's eyes flickered: "It's almost noon, aren't you hungry? Let's eat and chat."
He was anxious inside, but he maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, so that Yang Qingheng couldn't see through his facade.
The table was covered with her favorite dishes, and Yang Qingheng didn't stand on ceremony at all; she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
“I was wrong before, and I apologize to you. Look, you’ve hit me several times over the past few days, and you’ve vented your anger enough. From now on, let’s go our separate ways and be strangers. Here’s a toast to you.” Song Hengjue picked up the wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp.
Yang Qingheng squinted and picked up the wine glass in front of her.
Song Hengjue's fingers trembled, almost thinking she had figured something out.
However, Yang Qingheng simply smiled and put the wine in her mouth.
“You said you’d treat me like a stranger, but you ruined my collaboration the other day…” She looked up at the person opposite her.
Song Hengjue readily agreed: "Money? No problem, I'll invest in you." He then poured her another glass of wine.
Yang Qingheng accepted all the drinks offered, and as expected by Song Hengjue, she collapsed onto the table after the fifth cup.
He was overjoyed, put his arm around Yang Qingheng's waist, and left the private room, heading straight for the room that had been booked.
Tang Bainian saw Yang Qingheng off at the door, feeling his heart racing and restless. To avoid overthinking, he went back to his room and decided to take advantage of the sunny weather to air out all the beds in the house.
However, the more flustered you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes. When I pulled the bed sheet, the bag on the table also flipped over with a thud, and a bunch of things fell down with a clatter.
Tang Bainian sighed, squatted down to pick it up, and saw a pair of dark underwear and a familiar belt inside. His expression suddenly changed.
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