Yang Qingheng then realized that she had somehow smeared lipstick on her collar. She frowned and went to the bathroom to get some water to clean it off.
Just then, they heard a familiar female voice coming from outside.
After the fright, Song Hengjue wanted nothing more than to stick to Yang Qingheng, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a solution.
He should pretend to faint, no, no, when the doctor comes to take his pulse he'll be exposed, and Yang Qingheng will beat him to death.
Or should he pretend to fall? This seems like a good idea. Song Hengjue leaned half of his body off the bed, somewhat hesitant.
It must have hurt a lot to fall like that.
He shivered, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and was about to fall to the ground when he heard a woman's voice.
"President Song, I heard you were sick. I happened to be nearby, so I came to see you." Qiao Xihe entered with a smile, carrying a bouquet of elegant lilies.
Song Hengjue shuddered and shrank back onto the bed, no longer having the courage. Looking at the inexplicable woman in front of him, he felt only annoyance: "Who taught you to come in without knocking?"
"I...I saw that the door wasn't closed properly." Qiao Xihe pointed to the half-open door, somewhat embarrassed.
I've never been lectured like this before, and I felt a surge of anger rising within me.
But thinking of the man's company, she gritted her teeth and forced a smile: "I apologize for my rudeness, Mr. Song, please don't take it to heart."
"I care a lot." She had intended to find a way to back down gracefully, but the man in front of her looked at her coldly, not giving her any face at all.
Qiao Xihe's expression changed subconsciously, and she only swallowed her embarrassment when Pan Zhen nudged her elbow.
He cursed inwardly countless times.
If it weren't for the fact that his company was wealthy and he was barely good enough for her, he wouldn't have thought he had any ability to get her to come here to visit him.
People from the countryside have no manners.
Pan Zhen chuckled and said, "President Song is very magnanimous. Don't hold a grudge against Xihe, who is just a child. She was only worried because she heard that you were sick."
"Oh, just say what's on your mind." Song Hengjue kept glancing towards the bathroom, showing little patience for the two of them.
"Well, it's Xihe's birthday in a few days. I wonder if President Song could do me the honor of attending?" He said, handing over an invitation.
So they were just trying to scam me for gifts.
Song Hengjue glanced at the two of them as if they were con artists trying to get something for nothing, and his tone turned sour: "So what you said about coming to see me was all a lie, this is the real story, isn't it?"
Why does Mr. Song's speech sound so slurred?
Pan Zhen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, unsure of what to say.
When he turned to ask Qiao Xihe for help, Song Hengjue finally took the invitation and said dismissively, "We'll talk about it later."
Qiao Xihe was dissatisfied with his perfunctory attitude, but there was nothing she could do about it. After saying goodbye, she left with a very unpleasant expression.
"Wow, quite a few older sisters here." After the two left, Yang Qingheng pushed open the door and came out, arms crossed, with a very playful expression.
Song Hengjue looked at him awkwardly, her eyes pleading, "Are you jealous?"
My mind was screaming wildly.
Yang Qingheng cares about him!
This woman cares about him!
"Jealous my foot! I just don't like her, what's it to you? You're really good at patting yourself on the back." Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes at him and walked outside.
Song Hengjue remained convinced of his guess, his lips curled into a smile that he didn't retract until Yang Qingheng left.
"Everyone's gone, why are you still looking?" Yao Ying pushed open the door, looked at her son's foolish expression, and sneered.
Feeling guilty, Song Hengjue wondered what the old lady thought about the matter, and glanced at her with a shifty look in her eyes.
“Qingheng is a good girl, I’ve always liked her very much,” Yao Ying said.
Upon hearing this prefix, Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief.
The old lady didn't seem very angry.
But the next second, he was slapped hard on the head. Yao Ying pointed at his nose and cursed, "You little bastard, you heartbreaker! I shouldn't have given birth to you! She already has a husband and a child, why did you go and seduce her! I told you not to get a divorce, but you insisted on it. Now that you see she's doing well, you're drooling over her and trying to ruin her life. You're trying to kill her!"
Just a couple of days ago, she was spreading rumors that Fang Nan was someone else's mistress, and she was worried about it for a long time. She never expected that it would be her own shameless husband who broke up someone else's family!
The old lady was so angry she almost fainted.
Song Hengjue jumped up with a start and tried to calm her down: "Mom, don't be angry. Let me tell you, things aren't what you think."
After listening to his words, Yao Ying pondered for a long time, a spark of fire appearing in her eyes: "So, it was Tang Bainian, that fickle man, who cheated on me?"
He paced back and forth in the ward, clenching his fists and muttering curses under his breath: "I told you from the beginning that Tang Bainian looked so frivolous and wasn't someone I could entrust my life to. I never expected this!"
Seeing the battleground shift, Song Hengjue felt smug and muttered a few curses: "Yeah, I also thought he didn't look like a good person back then."
Before she could finish speaking, Yao Ying slapped her again. The old lady glared at her and said, "Who do you think you are? Even if you want to get back together with Qingheng, you should wait until she gets divorced. If you do this, and others find out, won't that ruin Qingheng's reputation?" He, a grown man, didn't care, but why didn't he think about Qingheng?
Song Hengjue fell silent, feeling somewhat guilty; he had indeed done something wrong.
He did not argue and let the old lady scold him.
But he felt wronged. He wanted to be with Yang Qingheng openly and honestly, but unfortunately, Yang Qingheng's heart was stuck with that scumbag Tang Bainian, and she was unwilling to get a divorce.
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