The fact that the company's top leader actually bowed to them was incredibly flattering. Everyone's vanity was greatly satisfied, and they even started to comfort her instead.
"It's unlucky to have such an unreasonable shareholder, but fortunately, this young man still has a conscience. He knows his mistakes and can correct them. It's better for the young couple to live a good life."
Yang Qingheng and her employees were practically chuckling with embarrassment. They finally managed to send off the group of onlookers comfortably and bribed the reporters hired by Li Jiaoyan to ensure that no photos were leaked before they could finally relax.
As for Li Jiaoyan, the employees didn't pay any attention to her at all. Li Nian had just been tricked by her, so he was even less likely to give her a friendly look. He immediately had the driver take him to one of his vacant houses.
“President Yang, how come I never noticed before that you have two sets of principles for treating others and for treating yourself?” Yang Qingheng had just taken a sip of tea when Li Nian pushed open the door and entered.
"You're all grown up and you still haven't learned how to knock?" Yang Qingheng didn't even lift her eyelids.
Li Nian slammed his hand on the table: "Don't try to change the subject. If I have to marry Li Jiaoyan for the sake of the company's reputation, then shouldn't President Song, as the face of the company, also marry that Miss Xu?"
“I won’t say I’ll resolve this immediately. Since President Song is currently at home, are you also going to be suspended until the matter is resolved?” Yang Qingheng said.
The rest of Li Nian's words were stuck in her throat. Pointing at her nose, her smile was devoid of any warmth: "Little President Yang is indeed Little President Yang. I hope you can always be this smug."
"Thank you for your kind words." Yang Qingheng picked up her teacup and raised it towards him.
Despicable woman.
Li Nian kicked the chair next to him and stormed out, almost bumping into Fang Nan who was coming in.
Fang Nan was startled. He took a step back to create some distance between himself and Yang Qingheng. After the man left, he gently closed the door and raised an eyebrow in surprise at Yang Qingheng.
"I heard back in Xishan that Li Jiaoyan had a grudge against you. I thought you would take the opportunity to get revenge, but I didn't expect you to go and help her. Aren't you afraid of offending President Li?" Fang Nan knew that Li Nian was now on their side.
"I just want to keep him busy." Yang Qingheng held the cup and played with it, the fine mist moistening her fingertips.
They even dared to send people to the villa to monitor Song Hengjue. If they don't keep him busy, won't they try to reach into his home? Sooner or later, they'll find out about Song Hengjue's amnesia.
Fang Nan was confused, but he didn't need to understand: "I've already booked the physical exam for tomorrow. Just take Song Hengjue in through the back door."
He personally handled the confidentiality work, so there won't be any problems.
However, despite all her careful planning, she overlooked one crucial detail. When Yang Qingheng left work early the next day and returned home, she found that Song Hengjue was nowhere to be seen.
A strange feeling rose in her heart, and she took out her phone to call Song Hengjue: "Have you gotten up and had breakfast yet?"
"Of course you care about me?" Song Hengjue reached out and pushed open the door to the consultation room, putting a finger to his lips to signal the person inside to be quiet.
"Okay, that's good. I still have work to do. We'll talk later when I get back." Yang Qingheng pushed open the bedroom door, stared at the lifeless bed inside, her eyes filled with unreadable emotions, and immediately dialed another number.
"Help me look up someone."
Song Hengjue held his phone and casually pulled out a chair to sit down.
"Mr. Song, based on our phone conversation yesterday, I think I have a general understanding of your condition. Most patients with memory loss would have the same anxiety as you, but memory recovery can't be rushed. I can only say that you have a very high chance of recovering your memory. As for the rest, you should relax," the doctor sighed sympathetically.
After a long silence, Song Hengjue suddenly raised his eyes: "No, what I want to ask today is, is there any way to make it so that I can never recover this memory in my lifetime?"
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