In the dead of night, a cracking sound of sunflower seeds rang out, and several round heads huddled together, clicking their tongues in agreement.
Fang Nan had just returned from a barbecue stall, a skewer of barbecue still dangling from his mouth, when a car sped past, kicking up a cloud of dust that made him cough so hard he almost coughed up his lungs, and he jumped up and down, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Are you in such a hurry to be reborn? Driving this fast in the middle of the night! Do you even know you've hit someone and killed them?!"
With a dark expression, he was about to leave when he suddenly turned back, as if remembering something.
This car looks familiar.
He dialed Song Hengjue's number and stammered, "Brother, is my sister-in-law home?"
"What?" Song Hengjue had searched several hospitals but couldn't find anyone, and he was so annoyed he wanted to curse.
Fang Nan's eyes flickered: "I suddenly remembered that there's an important document I haven't asked her about. Is my sister-in-law asleep? If not..."
"You're crazy, why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night?" Song Hengjue thought he must have lost his mind and hung up the phone.
He suddenly stopped in his tracks, looked at the car keys in his hand, and then stared at the empty street in front of him, choking back tears.
"You're such a hothead. Only a blind person would fall for you." Fang Nan rolled his eyes so hard they almost flew to the sky. He devoured a skewer of barbecue and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Yang Qingheng.
Who dates with a dog?
Yang Qingheng sneezed, touched her nose, and after a moment, pushed open the door and went in: "Doctor, how is he?"
"High fever caused by food poisoning. After receiving intravenous fluids, you will be kept in the hospital for observation for one day." The doctor looked up and gestured for her to take the form.
After taking the medicine, Zhong Yan felt a little better and sat upright in the chair next to him.
"Let's go." Yang Qingheng glanced at the form and led him towards the ward.
"Thank you so much..." Zhong Yan stared at the top of her head, following her step by step.
"Don't say things like that again. If you're so grateful to me, why don't you consider our company again next time you're looking for a job?" Yang Qingheng pushed open the ward door and gestured for him to come in.
Zhong Yan replied without hesitation, "If possible, that would be even better."
"Alright, go to sleep," Yang Qingheng said, feeling sleepy. She glanced at the time; it was already past midnight. "I've hired a caregiver for you. I have work tomorrow, so I'm going back now."
If Song Hengjue finds out I'm spending the night here, I'm bound to get a sarcastic remark from him again.
Thinking of his petty nature, Yang Qingheng pinched her brow helplessly. He's all looks and no brains.
"I feel like there's a bug on my neck." Zhong Yan felt extremely uncomfortable, and her already pale face became even more sickly.
Yang Qingheng had just stood up to walk outside when she heard this and turned back. She grabbed his collar, looked at him carefully, and brushed a strand of hair aside: "It's not a bug, it's just hair. Rest assured."
He waved his hand, picked up his car keys, and left the hospital.
Zhong Yan glanced at the doorway out of the corner of her eye and nodded silently: "Be careful on your way, senior."
Song Hengjue, hiding around the corner, was struck dumb. Kiss...kiss his neck?
The next second, he forcefully banished the thought from his mind.
Bah, Yang Qingheng is not that kind of person.
Thinking this, she lifted her foot to leave, but caught a glimpse of Zhong Yan's neck out of the corner of her eye and froze on the spot.
A small patch of bright red was imprinted on his fair neck, almost blinding him.
That damned bastard!
Song Hengjue's fist bulged with veins, and he kicked open the door. Zhong Yan let out a muffled groan, and it took him a while to recover after covering his face. When he realized that it was Song Hengjue who hit him, he was startled at first, and then he guiltily avoided his gaze, pretending to be casual as he pulled up his collar to cover the area of skin.
"Mr. Song, what a coincidence, you're here too?"
Song Hengjue got angry just looking at this pretty boy; he was even eyeing him now.
Yang Qingheng is lecherous, but is this pretty boy completely innocent? Does he think Yang Qingheng would just throw herself at him if he didn't seduce her?
Everything was fine before he appeared.
To put it another way, shouldn't this pretty boy have died?
"Why do you think I'm here? Yang Qingheng isn't here, don't pretend with me."
Zhong Yan put away her guilty expression and leaned lazily against the headboard: "Mr. Song, what are you panicking about? Don't you know how you squeezed out Tang Bainian to take your place? Since you chose to be a mistress, you should be prepared to be someone else's mistress."
How shameless! How can there be such a shameless person?
Song Hengjue never expected him to be like this. Not only did he have no shame, but he also dared to provoke him. He was deeply hurt and couldn't help but clench his fists.
"Senior, what should I say if my senior sees me injured tomorrow?" Zhong Yan touched the bruise on the corner of his mouth and asked sincerely.
"Who the hell is your senior?" Song Hengjue was used to being sarcastic, but this was the first time someone had turned the tables on him, and he almost fainted from anger.
“If you’re really upset, then hit me,” Zhong Yan sighed, sticking his face out. “I’ll just say I slipped and fell in the bathroom, and I definitely won’t tell you, senior.”
Ten thousand curses could not vent Song Hengjue's anger; his fist was already raised high.
"Senior, go ahead and fight." Zhong Yan blinked.
"It's just a game. You really think Yang Qingheng would be interested in you?" The more smug he became, the calmer Song Hengjue became. He glanced at him and said, "I'll definitely be the one who marries her in the end."
“She promised she would marry me,” Zhong Yan deliberately provoked him.
Song Hengjue almost laughed out loud: "Lying? If she said that, I'll change my name."
Now everyone knows he's Yang Qingheng's fiancé. Even if that woman wanted to be with this pretty boy, she wouldn't risk damaging the company's reputation.
She's not stupid.
If Yang Qingheng really said that, then she must have been lying to this pretty boy.
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