"Mom, have you all eaten? I'll go to the kitchen and see if I can cut some fruit to eat." Yang Qingheng, as if her pants were on fire, made an excuse and ran towards the kitchen.
Otherwise, she was really afraid that she would be exposed.
Tang Bainian watched her fleeing figure, his eyes flashed, and he stood up to chase after her.
The fruit at home was picked by Mu Huihe and Tang's father from a friend's orchard when they had nothing to do recently. It was fresh, pollution-free, and tasted good. There were also some gift boxes from other friends and relatives.
Yang Qingheng picked out some large strawberries and apples, washed them, and cut them up.
"Did you go to see Song Hengjue last night?" Tang Bainian reached out and saw that her fingers were red from the cold. He took the knife and peeled the apple with deft movements.
The question seemed casual, and he didn't even glance at Yang Qingheng, but in reality, his anger had reached its peak, especially when Yang Qingheng hesitated before saying "yes."
Tang Bainian took a deep breath, put down the knife in his hand, and calmed himself down before speaking: "He treated you like that before, and you're still willing to forgive him? That doesn't seem like you. Did he force you?"
With his rounded fingernails stuck in his palm and the veins on the back of his hand bulging, only Tang Bainian knew how much he wished Yang Qingheng would deny her forgiveness of Song Hengjue, so that at least he could still deceive himself.
Unfortunately, Yang Qingheng was never one to drag things out. She sighed resignedly, "Feelings are hard to predict. You'll know when you find a girl you like."
Even she herself couldn't say for sure how much of this compromise was for feelings, and how much was for Song Hengjue's face and body.
Yang Qingheng subconsciously didn't want to admit that she was a person without principles in the face of Song Hengjue's good looks, so she subconsciously explained it this way to Tang Bainian.
When Tang Bainian heard that she was actually so sure, a vein throbbed in his forehead and his temples throbbed with pain.
“You don’t need to worry that my affair with Song Hengjue will affect you,” Yang Qingheng said quickly, seeing his bad expression. She thought he was afraid that her affair with Song Hengjue would affect his career. “We’ll get a divorce after your promotion is over. I will definitely not implicate you.”
Unexpectedly, these words were like two more cuts to Tang Bainian's already wounded heart, causing his eyes to redden and darkness to grow rampant in his heart.
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"Alright, stop being so vain." Fang Nan looked at Song Hengjue, who was holding a mirror and whose eyes were getting dry and sore from the glare, and said speechlessly.
If he used to be somewhat more reserved when working under Song Hengjue, now he's like someone who's drunk pesticide, spewing insults at Song Hengjue whenever he gets the chance, wanting nothing more than to get revenge for all the grievances he suffered before.
Song Hengjue was in a good mood today, with a smile in his eyes. He was too lazy to argue with him. He glanced at him with a hint of disdain: "What do you, a single dog, know about relationships?"
If that woman sees him dressed well, she'll be gentler when she scolds him.
Fang Nan felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, and was furious: "Pah, no matter how well you dress up, you'll still have to wear a mask later. What will you be able to see? Couple? You need to know your place. You're just Mr. Yang's mistress. There are dozens, if not more, of men like you who use their looks to please men around Mr. Yang!"
They would seize upon whatever Song Hengjue cared about and stab him in the heart.
So when Yang Qingheng opened the car door, she saw two dark faces. The two brothers were gritting their teeth, neither caring about the other.
"Oh, how old are you, still arguing?" she teased, bending down to sit down and instructing Fang Nan in the front, "Fang Nan, drive."
It would have been better if she hadn't brought it up; the more she talked about it, the more aggrieved Song Hengjue felt.
"Song Hengjue, do you have legs on your butt? Sit properly!" Yang Qingheng laughed in exasperation as she felt the man's body getting closer and closer.
When she got in the car, there was only half a meter between them, but now, just a few minutes later, this man has been observing her intently as he moves closer, his elbow almost touching her waist. He has no interest in reading the documents anymore.
Song Hengjue simply stopped pretending and shamelessly put his arm around her waist: "All you ever do is work, work, work. Even when you come out, you're still busy. Can't you stop being so busy?"
"How can I support you if I'm not busy, hmm?" Yang Qingheng chuckled, her soft fingertips sinking into her prickly hair.
Song Hengjue was taken aback by her response. He froze for a second, his blood rushing to his head, and his tongue stammered, "I... I'm easy to take care of. I'll eat whatever you eat, and I'm not picky about where I sleep. I'll be wherever you are..." Please stop bothering me, okay?
Before he could finish speaking, the car slowly came to a stop outside a building.
Yang Qingheng's fair, slightly cool fingertips gently massaged his earlobe in a seemingly casual way, and she chuckled, "You can endure hardship, but I won't endure hardship with you, you silly girl."
After saying that, he opened the car door and got out, not caring whether he followed or not.
Song Hengjue's face turned bright red. He belatedly touched his ear, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he was secretly annoyed.
He flirted with you and then ran away. Does he think he can control himself so easily?
Fang Nan watched the man in the back seat staring at Yang Qingheng's retreating figure with a lovesick expression. His face darkened, as if he'd been force-fed a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing a public display of affection). He sneered, "I'm so easy to take care of... I wonder who it is that's started picking and choosing brands of alcohol these days, tsk tsk tsk, so easy to take care of~"
They were so focused on Yang Qingheng that they forgot there was a fool in the car.
Song Hengjue's expression suddenly turned cold, and he sneered, "Shut your mouth, no one will think you're mute. You know you're single, yet you still have the nerve to yell. Aren't you ashamed?"
He pushed open the car door and got out to chase after Yang Qingheng, not forgetting to turn back and taunt him: "Go park your car, valet."
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