Upon hearing about the contract, Shen Rong paused for a moment: "Boss Yang, we couldn't explain it clearly over the phone before, and I think I need to reconsider it now."
Yang Qingheng's smile faded: "I thought Mr. Shen meant that it was already finalized when he asked me to print the contract. But it doesn't matter. Mr. Shen, is there anything you don't understand? I'll explain it to you now."
Shen Rong frowned.
Qiao Xihe covered her mouth and chuckled: "Boss Yang, Designer Shen is unwilling, why are you forcing him? Are you trying to make decisions for Mr. Shen?"
“I don’t think I was talking to Miss Qiao just now,” Yang Qingheng said, raising an eyebrow.
She didn't spell it out clearly, but anyone with eyes could tell that she was criticizing her for interrupting others and being impolite.
Qiao Xihe's face turned ashen.
Shen Rong glanced at the two of them, then nodded to Yang Qingheng: "I'm tired from traveling all day. Let's talk again when we have time."
“Alright, I want to apologize for the poor hospitality. I would like to invite Mr. Shen to dinner tomorrow to make amends. I wonder if Mr. Shen would do me the honor?” Yang Qingheng said.
Shen Rong reluctantly agreed.
As soon as she stepped out of the hotel, Sun Rong was so angry she almost ground her teeth to powder: "Why is Qiao Xihe everywhere?"
Yang Qingheng raised her hand to stop her, then turned to look at Shen, the designer's assistant, who was chasing after her from a distance.
"Mr. Yang, Mr. Shen asked me to pass on a message to you."
"What?" Yang Qingheng twitched the corner of her lips.
"It was really inappropriate for you to come to the hotel with me."
Yang Qingheng glanced at him indifferently: "Received."
The assistant looked embarrassed and ran away as if fleeing.
Boxiang Building.
Song Hengjue stared out the window through the glass, his pupils unfocused, lost in thought. After a long while, he turned back to Fang Nan and raised his chin: "Did you find out which school that woman went to?"
"Found it, Beijing University." Fang Nan sat up straight.
Song Hengjue flipped his pen over and threw it back onto the table with a thud, it slowly bounced a few centimeters off the surface: "I'm leaving this to you. Tell that woman to stay away from Tang Bainian."
Fang Nan's eyes widened like saucers, and he pointed at his own nose: "Me?"
"Otherwise?" Song Hengjue raised an eyebrow.
Fang Nan shook his head: "I don't have that ability."
"Fine, you'll move out of my house tonight." Song Hengjue said coldly.
Fang Nan was furious: "Brother, you, you, you! In this weather, you're leaving me stranded on the streets? You're trying to kill me!"
“Then you should move back to the dormitory,” Song Hengjue said.
Fang Nan shuddered at the thought of the mess in the dormitory, wondering if he might be sleeping with rats at night. He was speechless. "Fine, fine, I'll go, but I can't guarantee I can do it."
“I think you can do it,” Song Hengjue said with a fake smile, pulling a book out of the drawer. “The methods are all written in there.”
Fang Nan was surprised. He flipped open the book cover, which was already peeling off, and choked on a mouthful of cold air: "One hundred and eighty ways to make a woman obey me?"
He flipped through the densely filled notes and burst out laughing, slamming his hand on the table with a loud thud: "Heng-ge, I didn't realize you actually... hahahahaha."
Exposed, Song Hengjue's face turned bright red, and he kicked him in the butt: "Get lost! I found this at the used book market."
Fang Nan bit his fist, trying to suppress his laughter until his legs went weak. He limped out of the office, leaning against the wall for support. Behind him came Song Hengjue's angry voice: "Let Xiao Li in."
Assistant Li knocked on the door: "Mr. Song, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes, has anything happened with Yang Qingheng lately?" Song Hengjue coughed lightly.
Assistant Li secretly raised her eyes, her heart filled with curiosity, so itchy she wanted to reach in and scratch it.
Ever since he helped Song Hengjue arrange to keep an eye on Yang Qingheng, his understanding of things has been constantly refreshed.
First, he learned from others that his boss had secretly gotten Deputy Director Tang's wife drunk a few months ago, hoping to have an affair with her. When his attempt to become a mistress failed, Deputy Director Tang turned the tables and sent him to the police station. Now, he was being told to keep an eye on the wife's every move.
Even after all this, they still won't give up. They're shameless.
"Hmm?" A voice from the other end interrupted his wandering thoughts.
Assistant Li shuddered: "Nothing much happened a few days ago. Yesterday, it seems that Boss Yang went to the airport to pick someone up. He waited at the airport for three hours but didn't meet him. Later, he went to the Fulin Hotel and met a designer named Shen Rong. He didn't look too good when he came out."
"You've been out in the wind for three hours?" Song Hengjue stopped his swivel chair and remained silent for a few seconds. Just as Assistant Li was about to look up, the man's voice came from behind the desk, "Yeah, I know. Keep an eye on things... but don't be too close. Just let me know if anything really important happens."
Yang Qingheng picked up Shen Rong at the hotel the next morning.
"Mr. Yang, is it alright if I choose the restaurant?" Shen Rong asked without any politeness.
Yang Qingheng nodded: "Of course, today is to apologize to you, so naturally we will do it according to your preferences."
The surrounding street scene became increasingly unfamiliar, and finally we stopped outside a restaurant.
Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow, got out of the car and took a closer look. It was her first time here. She had been in the capital for so long and had never noticed that there was such a place.
The exterior is made of wood carvings, and the floor is covered with solid wood flooring that is polished to a shine. Even before you go inside, you can tell that the interior must be elegant and beautiful.
She felt a little strange. She had been here for so long and didn't know this place. How did Shen Rong know about it?
Her question was quickly answered when Qiao Xihe came up from behind, carrying her bag: "Mr. Shen, you're here so early. What a coincidence. Let's go in now."
Yang Qingheng pursed her lips.
Qiao Xihe turned around and smiled: "Boss Yang, you're not upset because I came uninvited, are you?"
"Since Miss Qiao already knows, why ask again?" Yang Qingheng crossed her arms.
These words startled Qiao Xihe.
Normally, people would just laugh it off, even if they were unhappy, they would put on a show and say it's okay. Yang Qingheng's reaction was something she really didn't expect, and she was momentarily embarrassed, her face turning pale and then red, feeling extremely awkward.
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