He held a woman's soft body in his arms, and in front of him was a cold desk with documents half-signed. Everything was as serious as could be. He could even hear the voices of several secretaries talking about their work outside. Yet, the two people separated by just a wall were doing such an absurd thing in such a solemn place.
Song Hengjue's heart was pounding. With each footstep outside the door, his heart would suddenly contract for a second. The repeated torment brought the taut string in his mind closer and closer to the point of collapse.
He grabbed Yang Qingheng's wrist and pressed it against his chest, his breath ragged, his cool breath biting her upturned nose as if venting his anger.
A rapid, panting sound came from the air: "Go inside, okay?"
Yang Qingheng found it amusing to see him blushing with embarrassment. Looking at his pale face and remembering that he was still sick, she softened and didn't deliberately make things difficult for him. She nodded, hooked her slender legs around his waist, and gave him a rewarding kiss on the cheek, pointing towards the lounge: "Okay."
Song Hengjue felt relieved, but also anxious. Like a reckless young man, he carried her inside, kicked the door shut, and pinned her to the bed.
Yang Qingheng couldn't help but chuckle at their hurried manner.
After a long while, a suppressed gasp, tinged with annoyance, came from inside the room.
"Yang Qingheng, don't pull me!"
"It looks good." Yang Qingheng chuckled softly.
Before he could finish speaking, Song Hengjue swallowed the words.
In the heat of the moment, neither of them held back. But at that moment, Yang Qingheng suddenly opened her eyes and forcefully covered Song Hengjue's thin lips.
"What's wrong?" Song Hengjue's eyes reddened with barely suppressed emotion, and he gestured to her with his eyes.
Yang Qingheng pointed to the door and listened intently. Sure enough, she heard a familiar voice calling out.
"Yang Qingheng, are you inside?"
Tang Bainian?!
Song Hengjue froze, glancing down at their disheveled state.
He had no doubt that if Tang Bainian rushed in and saw the two of them in this decadent scene, he would skin him alive!
He shuddered, feeling inexplicably guilty as if caught by the wife, and hurriedly picked up his clothes to put them on.
Yang Qingheng finished dressing and turned around to see that the man had panicked so much that he had put his shirt on backwards. Her lips twitched, and she kicked him in the butt: "Stupid!"
Song Hengjue followed her gaze, her ears turning bright red. She glared at her, trying to cover it up, and said, "You're still laughing? If you get caught, Tang Bainian will divorce you, you adulterer."
Song Hengjue was so desperate to get Tang Bainian and Yang Qingheng to divorce that he wished he could move the Civil Affairs Bureau to Tang's house and force them to divorce. But as Yao Ying said, even if he wanted to be with Yang Qingheng and wanted a formal title, he shouldn't make Yang Qingheng bear the consequences.
He forced her to get divorced; he wronged Yang Qingheng, and he deserves to wait no matter how long.
“Tang Bainian doesn’t hit women. If he’s going to hit someone, it’ll be you, his adulterer,” Yang Qingheng said.
Even at a time like this, you still have the mind to defend that scumbag!
Feeling resentful, Song Hengjue cursed the man outside under her breath, put on her shoes, and ran out the window.
Fortunately, Yang Qingheng reacted quickly and stopped him, otherwise he would have really jumped.
"Are you out of your mind? This is the twelfth floor, you idiot!" She smacked him on the head hard and checked the window twice to make sure it was closed tightly.
No sooner had she finished speaking than another tentative voice came from outside: "Yang Qingheng? Are you in there?"
"Yes, I just woke up. Wait for me a moment," Yang Qingheng replied quickly.
Turning back, she frowned and reprimanded Song Hengjue, "I'll go out and deal with him. Don't make a sound. If you dare to jump, I'll kill you."
When Song Hengjue realized that they were on the twelfth floor, his neck went cold with fright. He didn't dare to do it again and nodded obediently.
Yang Qingheng straightened her collar, pushed open the door and went out, closing it behind her to block Tang Bainian's gaze.
"What brings you here today? Aren't you busy?"
Tang Bainian glanced in the direction of the lounge, feeling something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
He shook his head: "I took half a day off. The police station just called me and said they wanted to talk to you about that case from last time."
"Would you like some tea? Sit down and let's talk." Yang Qingheng pointed to the sofa and personally brewed a pot of tea.
Tang Bainian sat down casually, picked up a nearby cushion and piled it in the corner. He noticed a deep blue color that seemed completely out of place on the sofa, paused for a moment, and then held up two fingers to pick it up: "What's this?"
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