Yang Qingheng shuddered and looked outside.
All that could be heard was Yao Ying muttering to herself.
"Oh dear, in the middle of winter, there are rats running around everywhere. They even knocked the kitchen knife off its feet. It's so cold, I'm going back to sleep."
Yang Qingheng: ...Old lady, you're really fake.
Not only did she cause trouble, but her elders also witnessed it. Yang Qingheng's face burned all night, and she couldn't sleep a wink. The next morning, when she was eating breakfast, she didn't dare to look the old lady in the eye.
After finishing their meal, they slunk away.
Song Hengjue grabbed the car keys from the table and strode after him, saying, "I'll give you a ride."
"Stop!" Yao Ying, who had been silent all morning, shouted. She nodded to Yang Qingheng and said, "Qingheng, you have work to do, so you should go first. I have something to say to Hengjue."
"Yes, let's get together again when we have the chance." Yang Qingheng glanced at the old lady, then at Song Hengjue, and considerately closed the living room door before walking outside.
"What do you want to say?" Song Hengjue was somewhat guilty, his eyes darting around.
The old woman roared, her chest heaving violently with rage, nearly fainting: "You ill-mannered brat, kneel down right now!"
The last time Song Hengjue saw the old lady so angry was when Yang Qingheng left. He was afraid she would really collapse from anger, so he obediently knelt down.
However, to his surprise, the feather duster landed on his back the next second, and he gasped.
"Song Hengjue, how have I taught you since you were little? You've really wasted all your education. Becoming a mistress and ruining someone else's marriage, how could you even think of such a thing?" Yao Ying really wanted to beat him to death. He was the one who wanted a divorce back then, and now that the other person has a family, he's the one who wants to get back together. He's just doing whatever he wants.
Isn't this putting Yang Qingheng on the hot seat? That brat, all he does is cause trouble and make things worse!
They already have children, what's the use of him regretting it now?
"If you ever go looking for Yang Qingheng again, I'll break your legs!" the old woman gritted her teeth.
Song Hengjue stiffened his neck and remained silent.
"What are you pretending to be now, playing the Casanova? Wasn't it you who introduced your wife to Tang Bainian? I must have forgotten to give birth to my brain when I had you." The old lady laughed in exasperation.
Hearing the scolding voices inside, Yang Qingheng paused, her hand about to push open the door, hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.
Yao Ying got tired of hitting him, and seeing that her son still didn't say a word, she got angry, but she was also afraid of really hurting him, so she simply threw down the feather duster, feeling disappointed in him.
"Song Hengjue, what can I say about you? You're over 30 years old and you can't even tell what you want. You're just making trouble all day long. Even if you manage to win her over, what are you going to do with Qingheng? So many people in Beijing know her. Are you going to make her give up her company and go to Hai Province with you? What makes you think you can do that?"
Fang Nan shrank back when he saw the intense scene below and closed the door.
Song Hengjue remained silent, opened the door in a daze, and lay down on the bed, grimacing in pain.
Turning his head, he saw a splash of blue, his gaze paused, and he reached out and pulled out a handkerchief.
He gently rubbed it, then reached back to put it in his pocket, only to feel a hard object. To his surprise, he opened it and found a ring inside.
The silver ring, with its tiny diamond, made him silent.
He was so angry that he almost laughed.
Tang Bainian's perfunctory attitude was touching; it was pitiful that the foolish woman still held onto hope for him and was unwilling to divorce him.
It was as if it had touched something dirty, and it quickly threw it into the trash can in the corner.
She turned over, grabbed her suitcase, and headed out the door.
The aunt glanced at his departing figure, held her breath, and opened the door to go inside.
But the person who had just left had a face as black as charcoal. He rushed in, kicked open the door with a bang, grabbed something from the trash can, threw it into his pocket, and walked out again with a dark expression.
The aunt swallowed hard, her expression strange.
...Xiao Song seems to be mentally unstable today.
Song Hengjue pulled his suitcase and pushed open the glass door. His secretaries all looked over at him with strange expressions.
Mo Yao raised an eyebrow and looked at Fang Nan behind him.
Fang Nan shrugged, pointed to the back of Song Hengjue's head, and made a crying face gesture.
Mo Yao found it amusing, but on the surface she looked uneasy, so obedient that she wished she could find a place to shrink into.
Song Hengjue was completely unaware of their conversation. He pushed open the office door and slammed it shut.
Mo Yao finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. While getting water from the water dispenser, she nudged Fang Nan with her elbow and gestured with her chin toward the office: "Heartbroken?"
"What's this about being dumped? He wasn't even interested in you." Fang Nan glanced outside and, making sure no one was around, whispered to her.
"Tsk, they have pretty high standards, huh?" Mo Yao raised an eyebrow, her tone barely concealing her schadenfreude. Before she could even laugh out loud, a male voice came from inside the office.
"Mo Yao, come in for a moment."
Mo Yao: ...
Fang Nan patted her on the shoulder, silently lighting a candle in his heart.
"be safe."
Mo Yao sensed his gloating and rolled her eyes: "I'm the secretary-general now. You little secretary, watch your mouth. If I get into trouble today, I'll make things difficult for you tomorrow."
He put down his cup and pushed open the office door: "Mr. Song, what can I do for you?"
Song Hengjue was silent for a moment, as if he found it difficult to speak: "It's like this, my friend tried your method, but the person he likes said she doesn't want to go back to an old flame, and... she doesn't want a divorce either. Do you have any other ideas?"
What can he do? They're clearly looking down on him.
Mo Yao thought to herself, "Song Hengjue's face is indeed very handsome. If he really went to seduce women, his success rate would be at least 90% if not 100%."
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