He snatched the newspaper and flipped through it one by one, almost dying of anger.
Almost every newspaper was spreading rumors about him and Qiao Xihe. I wonder how much money that shameless woman paid and how many newspapers she bought.
Fang Nan also saw it. Seeing Song Hengjue's ashen face, he almost burst out laughing. He leaned against the water dispenser with a smug look on his face and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, if Yang Qingheng finds out, you're finished."
"Get out of here, you idiot!" Song Hengjue glared at him fiercely like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, then turned to the newspaper delivery man beside him with a serious expression. "Starting today, there's no need for newspaper deliveries to the office for the next three days, understand?"
“But this is President Yang…” the man frowned.
"Yang Yang Yang, what Yang General Manager? Does my word not carry any weight?" Song Hengjue didn't react immediately, thinking he was in his own company.
The man was clearly surprised by the assistant's attitude towards him. He paused for a second, about to shake his head.
Fang Nan patted him on the shoulder and pointed at Song Hengjue: "I don't need to tell you what his relationship is with your boss, Mr. Yang. If you want to stay here, you'd better behave yourself."
The warning sounded in the man's ear. He looked at Song Hengjue's face, cursed inwardly, and turned to leave, ultimately not daring to disobey Song Hengjue.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, wishing he could beat Song Hengjue, that scoundrel who relied on his master's power, to death.
How could someone as capable as Mr. Yang be interested in such a pretty boy?
He subconsciously touched his face, a restless urge stirring within him. He was good-looking too; what if President Yang took a liking to him…
Little did Song Hengjue know that his girlfriend was being targeted again. With a dark face, he threw all the newspapers into the shredder and called out to Fang Nan, who was about to leave: "Help me with something."
Fang Nan took a sip of coffee and understood: "Withdraw the newspapers?"
Before Song Hengjue could even nod, Fang Nan burst out laughing: "I'm afraid it won't work. That woman probably already guessed that you would withdraw from the newspaper. She has bribed almost every newspaper in Beijing. There are reports about you everywhere. Now, probably no one in Beijing doesn't know that you and she are having an affair. Even if you withdraw now, it won't make a difference. You might as well save this money."
He had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill.
"Just take it down when I tell you to. Stop with all this nonsense. Do you still want double pay?" Song Hengjue said coldly. The logic was sound, but he felt nauseous just looking at the newspaper. He would feel disgusted as long as it existed. He would take it down no matter how much money it cost.
Fang Nan reluctantly shut his mouth.
A brilliant idea flashed through Song Hengjue's mind, and he suddenly thought of a better way. He called out to him, "Wait a minute."
He grabbed Fang Nan and whispered something in his ear.
Fang Nan's expression was strange, and he hesitated for a moment: "Isn't this a bad idea? What if Yang Qingheng finds out..."
Song Hengjue scoffed: "Just a glimpse of her back, who could tell it's her? Just do what I tell you to do, stop talking nonsense."
Fang Nan shrugged, opened the door, and went out.
Yang Qingheng sneezed violently as soon as she got on the bus.
"Do you have a cold? When you go back later, please pick up some medicine from the hospital. This is a crucial time, so don't ruin your health," Sun Rong said worriedly.
Yang Qingheng rubbed her nose and shook her head: "It's nothing, I guess someone is talking about me behind my back."
The two waited for what seemed like an eternity before finally seeing someone emerge from inside. They quickly went to greet him, saying, "Hello, we're looking for Mayor Zhou. Could you please tell him for us?" As they spoke, they took a business card from their bag and slipped it into her hand.
The nanny looked her up and down, carefully examined the card in her hand, and then nodded: "Okay, you can wait here."
He cautiously knocked on the door of Mayor Zhou's study: "Sir, there's a woman named Yang Qingheng outside looking for you. She gave you a business card......"
Mayor Zhou felt the name sounded familiar, paused, and nodded: "Bring it in so I can take a look."
Qiao Xihe, who had been smiling, suddenly looked at him with a flicker in her eyes: "Mayor, do you find this name familiar?"
Mayor Zhou looked up in surprise: "You know Miss Qiao?"
“Of course I know her, how could I not? I just happen to have a bit of a disagreement with her. If you're going to see her, I'm afraid I'll have to leave.” Qiao Xihe said, getting up to stand up.
Mayor Zhou quickly reached out a hand to stop her, saying, "Oh, Miss Qiao, why are you leaving? If anyone should leave, it should be her."
He shook his head at the nanny and said, "Just tell her I'm not feeling well today and let her go home."
The nanny nodded obediently and hurried outside.
Upon seeing this, Qiao Xihe's triumphant smile flashed across her lips, and she turned to Mayor Zhou and assured him, "Mayor, don't worry, as long as you can help me with the booth issue, I will definitely persuade Song Hengjue to cooperate with Zhaoyang City."
If Qiao Xihe had said this to Mayor Zhou a couple of days ago, he would have been half-believing, but after reading the newspaper his subordinates brought him this morning, he had no more doubts. He laughed heartily and said repeatedly, "Then I'll trouble you, Miss Qiao. I guarantee that your booth will be the best. As for Yang Qingheng's booth, we'll do it according to your wishes as well."
He found the woman in front of him more and more pleasing to the eye.
Previously, Zhaoyang City's economy had been underdeveloped, ranking near the bottom among all the cities in the capital. They had invited Song Hengjue and other companies before, offering many preferential policies, but all of these efforts ultimately came to nothing for various reasons.
If Qiao Xihe could accomplish this, it would be a huge help to him.
Mayor Zhou wished he could buy an altar and enshrine Qiao Xihe.
Yang Qingheng's hands and feet were trembling from the cold. She glanced at the time; it was past one o'clock. They had been waiting here for several hours.
I sighed helplessly. I wondered who the mayor was talking to inside, and how they could have been chatting for so long.
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