Sun Rong felt a chill run down her spine and her face burn. She slammed the door shut.
The couple looked at each other, frozen in place, their minds blank as if the scene in the room had ripped out their brains, leaving them unable to process what they had just witnessed.
What did they see?
That woman Yang Qingheng actually kissed Song Hengjue, a grown man, until his face turned completely red. She's no mistress, she's clearly a bully!
President Song hasn't even put up a fight yet!
Mrs. Zhang pinched her inner thigh hard, gasping in pain before she could believe that what they had just seen was real!
Upon hearing a loud bang, Song Hengjue reflexively opened his eyes, only to be met with three pairs of eyes. His vision went black, and he nearly fainted.
Yang Qingheng was suddenly pushed away by the man. She clicked her tongue, straightened her clothes, and stood up.
"Enter."
The office door then slowly opened.
Thinking of the misunderstanding earlier, Song Hengjue pursed his lips and sat on the sofa. Even though he was dressed neatly and thought he looked natural, the messy stubble on his head, which Yang Qingheng had pulled, still betrayed him.
Boss Zhang's gaze kept drifting towards his head.
Yang Qingheng coughed lightly and smoothed his stubble. She felt the intense gazes of several people sweeping over Song Hengjue, and her expression turned displeased as they became protective of their own.
"What, Mr. Zhang didn't come to talk to me about anything today, but instead came to be a sculpture in my office?"
Mr. Zhang snapped out of his daze, quickly sat up straight, placed the gift on the table, and smiled ingratiatingly: "Of course not, I'm actually here to apologize to Mr. Yang. I was rude before and offended him. I hope Mr. Yang can forgive me this time because of my good relationship with my wife."
Boss Zhang has finally seen things clearly today. Song Hengjue and Yang Qingheng's relationship is probably quite close. If Yang Qingheng were to bring up the difficulties he caused her in the past, he would be in for a lot of trouble.
My palms were sweating, and my straight back hunched over.
Mrs. Zhang was also feeling guilty, so she quickly gave an awkward smile and apologized honestly: "Qingheng, I have offended you a lot in the past. We have known each other for five or six years, so please forgive me this once."
"Five or six years of friendship?" Yang Qingheng's knuckles tapped on the table, making a series of dull sounds, as if tapping on the letters between the couple in front of her, startling them and making their hearts tremble. "How come I remember Mrs. Zhang saying yesterday... that I am your dog?"
She smiled slightly, her smile utterly sincere, but the air froze because of that one sentence.
"You said that?" Song Hengjue's flushed face suddenly turned black, and he stared straight at Mrs. Zhang with a fierce look that seemed to be able to devour people.
Mrs. Zhang felt a chill run through her body and became incoherent. She was almost bowing to Yang Qingheng to apologize. Her humble voice was trembling with tears: "President Yang, please forgive my mistake yesterday and just throw it away like trash. It's all my fault for having such a foul mouth."
He looked up at Yang Qingheng in prayer.
Mr. Zhang was also startled by these words, his neck was covered in sweat, and he said tremblingly, "President Yang, don't worry, I will definitely teach her a lesson when I get back!"
"You're the one who deserves to be taught a lesson!" Although Yang Qingheng felt relieved, she still felt uncomfortable at all after hearing Boss Zhang's words.
What a despicable man! He's even learned to use women as scapegoats now. He's a real piece of work.
She rolled her eyes at the two of them.
Boss Zhang had no idea what he had done to offend her again, and all he could do was apologize repeatedly, practically calling her "Grandma." This annoyed Yang Qingheng, who waved her hand and said, "Alright, get lost."
She knew very well how rotten these two were. They were probably only here today because of Song Hengjue. They were bullies who preyed on the weak and feared the strong, and she found them annoying.
Feeling somewhat defeated, he gritted his teeth inwardly.
Sooner or later, she'll make those snobbish people avoid her like the plague.
"Why don't you teach them a lesson!" Song Hengjue was furious and jumped up to chase after them.
They dare to bully Yang Qingheng no matter what!
"Teach them a lesson? How can I teach them a lesson? Do you think I'm going to beat them up?" Yang Qingheng tugged at his sleeve, finding his anxiousness somewhat amusing.
It's like the emperor isn't worried but the eunuch is; if you didn't know better, you'd think they were criticizing him.
Seeing her smiling face made Song Hengjue feel jealous, so he bit her lip, and the veins on his arm bulged slightly due to his emotional excitement.
Looking at that damn Mrs. Zhang's contemptuous attitude towards her, it's easy to guess how they used to bully Yang Qingheng.
He thought Tang Bainian had protected her well. Yang Qingheng was right; he was stupid, incredibly stupid.
If he had come here sooner, she wouldn't have had to suffer so much.
"Hey, what are you doing! You're licking people like a dog, it's so annoying." Yang Qingheng didn't like this sentimental atmosphere, pretending not to notice his emotions, touched her face, and pushed him away in disgust.
"I didn't even look down on you, and you still look down on me." Song Hengjue gritted his teeth, instantly forgetting his sadness, and pressed her down, deliberately bringing his lips close to her face, determined to disgust her to death.
The two were panting heavily, almost coming to blows, when Yang Qingheng finally stopped them by pressing his face down: "Alright, stop fooling around, we still have work to do after dinner."
"Can't you take a break?" Song Hengjue sat up straight as he served her soup, his brow furrowed.
He's been waiting for her here for several days. This woman is always working, and she doesn't even have time to rest on weekends. If he hadn't come here, she probably wouldn't have remembered him for half a year.
Song Hengjue felt more and more aggrieved the more she thought about it.
"Is it not good?" Yang Qingheng took a sip of soup, looked up and saw that the man's face was not good, and asked casually.
Song Hengjue said irritably, "It's sour!"
"Huh?" Yang Qingheng was surprised. She took a sip and savored it carefully, then rolled her eyes at him. "Wild boars can't eat fine bran, so how could the freshly cooked soup be sour?" She picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
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