This is going to be a reckoning later.
Song Hengjue shrank his neck, stubbornly denying it: "What? I really feel pain. It must be that cat pressing on the wound you scratched last night. It hadn't scabbed over, and it scratched it open again."
Yang Qingheng was skeptical, but finally rolled her eyes at him and said, "I don't believe you."
“Didn’t you say yesterday that you would believe anything I say from now on?” Song Hengjue grabbed her sleeve and accused her.
Yang Qingheng sneered and pushed him away without any mercy: "Now I've changed my mind. You don't always tell the truth. I don't trust you."
"Is there any going back on this?" Song Hengjue said unhappily, holding her waist tightly and demanding an explanation.
How could she just cancel the rights he had worked so hard to obtain? He hadn't even enjoyed them for a few days yet.
Yang Qingheng cupped his chin with two fingers, scrutinized him closely, and, looking at him like a lecher, chuckled, "Has no one ever told you that you can't trust what a woman says in bed?"
Song Hengjue couldn't believe it and grabbed her face: "A big boss like you is lying to people? I'll go to your secretariat and tell them you're turning your back on me."
"Get out of the way and drive faster." Yang Qingheng pouted, not calling him out.
Song Hengjue was universally disliked by her secretaries. It would be a miracle if anyone paid him any attention. If he dared to say a bad word about her, someone would report him to her the next day, wishing she would fire him.
Song Hengjue was also self-aware and obediently went to the driver's seat to drive.
"I'm going to Minghua Garden, which way are you heading?" After passing a fork in the road, Yang Qingheng frowned. This wasn't following her instructions at all; it was clearly heading towards his own home.
Song Hengjue said without batting an eye, "Your place is no good, it's too far from the company. You might as well stay at my place, where you can sleep an extra ten minutes every morning."
“I have my own house. What’s the point of living in your place? Hurry up and find somewhere to go back home.” Yang Qingheng was speechless.
Having finally moved out of Tang Bainian's place, Song Hengjue was so eager to keep her by his side that he was not about to let her have her way. He coaxed her gently, "Look at you, all alone, the house is so cold and quiet. If you live with me, I'll cook for you every day. I've learned how to make a lot of soups these past few days. If you like to drink them, I'll make you soup every day. Isn't that great? You can even come back for a nap at noon."
Yang Qingheng had been eating the company cafeteria food for several years and was already tired of it. For some reason, she was tempted. Before she knew it, the car had stopped in front of Song Hengjue's house.
Having succeeded, Song Hengjue was afraid she might suddenly change her mind. He opened the trunk, grabbed her luggage, and rushed into the room in a great hurry, as if he could ride on wheels of fire.
Fang Nan was about to leave when he was nearly knocked away by him. He dodged to the side with a start, speechless: "Why are you running so fast? Did you finally go crazy after the breakup?"
"Only single people would go crazy," Song Hengjue chuckled, beaming with pride.
Before Fang Nan could process what she was saying, Yang Qingheng had already pushed open the door and entered, giving him a friendly nod.
Fang Nan was struck dumb, looking at Song Hengjue in disbelief.
Is this guy crazy? They were arguing about breaking up yesterday, and he even went on a blind date. He's taking it all seriously, and now Yang Qingheng is moving in? Does he look like a giant monkey?
Are you kidding me?
Song Hengjue didn't care about his feelings, he was only concerned with his own happiness, so he took out a key and threw it into his arms: "You can move to Xinhua Community from now on."
"This house is so big, can't it accommodate me?" Fang Nan was speechless, feeling a strange sense of anger, as if he had been abandoned after the arrival of a legal wife.
"The house is so big, why should he move out?" Yang Qingheng coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed. There was no reason for her to kick him out as soon as she arrived.
Fang Nan nodded in agreement, quite moved, and was about to flatter Yang Qingheng when Song Hengjue said without hesitation, "It's not impossible for you to stay and be our nanny."
Those who lack tact should not disturb their life as a couple.
Song Hengjue squinted at Fang Nan, as if to say that if he dared to say he didn't want to move out, he would twist his head off.
"You're prioritizing romance over friendship, that's going too far." Fang Nan clutched her heart, pointing a finger at him in accusation, but then deftly grabbed the keys and rushed upstairs to pack her luggage.
Living alone is so comfortable. He was just deliberately trying to annoy Song Hengjue. Only a fool wouldn't want to move out.
Since it's Song Hengjue's house anyway, he might as well move in and enjoy it.
Then Yang Qingheng saw the person who had just said he didn't want to leave come downstairs with two suitcases in less than ten minutes, which amused her.
Remembering that I still had a lot of luggage, I went upstairs to pack it.
Song Hengjue was about to follow him upstairs when Fang Nan quickly grabbed his sleeve, finally remembering what had happened on their way back today: "Wait a minute, there's something I forgot to tell you."
Song Hengjue's gaze lingered on Yang Qingheng's retreating figure, and he raised his chin, asking, "What?"
"Everything at the company has been arranged. When are you going back to Hai Province?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Hengjue's eyes flickered, and he coughed lightly with his fist to his lips: "Let's postpone this matter."
He had finally managed to improve his relationship with Yang Qingheng, and now he was being sent to Hai Province—wasn't that just rubbing salt in his wounds?
Fang Nan knew he would change his mind, but continued, "I'm afraid you have no choice but to go back this time. That old man Sheng Ting has recently set his sights on Bai Cheng's project. If you don't go back, things will get messy."
"Old man, you want to eat this much in one bite? Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?" Song Hengjue wasn't surprised at all. His eyes darkened with sarcasm. Thinking about separating from Yang Qingheng, he had nowhere to vent his frustration. He said helplessly, "I'll think about it some more. You should prepare yourself first."
He said he would consider it, but there was no room for consideration at all; he was determined to go back this time.
Yang Qingheng turned around and saw Song Hengjue's tightly pursed lips. She asked worriedly, "What did Fang Nan say to you?"
"I might have to go back to Hai Province." Song Hengjue sighed, hugging her tightly from behind, feeling inexplicably aggrieved.
Yang Qingheng hung the clothes in her hand into the closet, not quite understanding: "If you have a job, go to work. What, have you been idle for too long and don't want to work anymore?"
"You really want me to go back that much? Don't you miss me?" Song Hengjue knew he was being a bit unreasonable, but he was still unhappy and dissatisfied. In a fit of pique, he bit her ear, his canine teeth gently grinding against her smooth earlobe.
Yang Qingheng couldn't help but get goosebumps on her neck. Her soft fingertips ran through his stubble, and she coaxed, "How could that be?"
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