I picked up my phone and went to the balcony.
"Deputy Director Tang?"
"Hmm," Tang Bainian's voice came through the phone, tinged with coldness, "Immediately find out where Yang Qingheng went last night, who was with her, and pay special attention to the Baihe Hotel."
"Okay, I'll check right away." Secretary Qian replied smoothly, not daring to ask any more questions. He didn't even finish his meal, grabbed his car keys, and ran outside.
After figuring out what had happened, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She hesitated for a long time before finally dialing Tang Bainian's number with trembling hands.
"What's going on?" Tang Bainian's voice came through the phone.
Secretary Qian sensed something ominous in his voice and immediately felt a chill run down her neck.
His boss's wife was having an affair and had a one-night stand. How could his lackey possibly know that? That's outrageous!
Secretary Qian, who is usually quick-witted, was speechless at this moment.
I racked my brains but couldn't come up with a way to phrase things in a way that would make Tang Bainian's head sound less green.
"Deputy Director Tang...this..."
Tang Bainian said coldly, "Speak!"
"Last night, Madam attended the full moon celebration for Ming Shao's son. After leaving, she went to the Baihe Hotel. In her room..." Secretary Qian closed his eyes, as if facing death, "There was a male model in the room that Madam Li had given him. He spent the night with Madam."
Just when Secretary Qian thought Tang Bainian would fly into a rage, there was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then his boss’s calm voice came through: “Hmm, I understand. Give him that little bit of money and send him away. Don’t let him show up in Beijing again. Be quick and don’t let Madam find out.”
There was an inexplicable sense of relief in his tone.
Secretary Qian stared blankly at the phone, unable to come to her senses for a long time.
He would rather believe Tang Bainian's story that the sun rises in the west than believe what he had just heard.
A dignified deputy director-general, young and promising, with a handsome face, actually has to help his wife get rid of her lover? Is he jealous and afraid of his wife finding out?
This is utterly absurd!
On the other end of the phone.
Yang Qingheng came out while drying her hair with a towel, surprised: "You look so pale, is something wrong at work?"
Tang Bainian was always calm and composed, and she couldn't think of anything other than work that could make him so angry.
Tang Bainian was startled, but when he realized that her expression was not wrong, he slowly exhaled and said, "Yes, Secretary Qian made a mistake in an important document yesterday, and I said a few words to him."
"Secretary Qian is a reliable person, it would be strange if he made a mistake. He's probably too tired. He's been running around with you for half a month, don't you give him a break?" Yang Qingheng said with amusement.
"I'll listen to you," Tang Bainian said with a smile. He skillfully opened the cabinet door to grab the blanket, but found nothing. He slapped his forehead and said helplessly, "Mom probably took it. I'll go to the guest room to get a new one."
Yang Qingheng's brow twitched, and she tugged at his sleeve: "Alright, don't go. If she can think of taking the blankets from our room, she won't leave any blankets in the guest room. Going there won't do any good. Just sleep here."
Tang Bainian hesitated.
"What are you doing, a grown man dawdling like this? Are you afraid I'll grind my teeth and snore in the middle of the night?" Yang Qingheng said speechlessly, lifting the blanket and patting the spot next to her.
Tang Bainian's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded with feigned embarrassment, turning off the headlights: "I don't mind your teeth grinding and snoring."
"Really? We're comrades-in-arms with revolutionary friendship." Yang Qingheng picked up the skincare products next to her, applied them herself, and lay down, completely unaware of how alluring her posture was.
The silk pajamas wrapped around her fair body, revealing only a section of her jade-like, smooth neck, like a white rose blooming freely in the courtyard at night.
Tang Bainian turned off the nightlight, bent his long legs, and lay down next to Yang Qingheng after lifting the blanket.
He slowly removed the silver-rimmed glasses from his nose, and his restrained yet frenzied possessiveness, now unhindered, sprouted and took root freely in the darkness.
Yang Qingheng could see all the lust in the man with just a turn of her head.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard the woman's steady breathing beside him. Tang Bainian suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness, half-sat up, and his gaze greedily swept over every part of her face, finally settling on her crimson petal-shaped lips.
His eyes were red from suppressed emotions, but he only dared to tremble as he reached out his fingertips, hooked a strand of her hair around his knuckles, and finally held it tightly in his burning palm.
Only he knew how fast his heart was beating when Secretary Qian told him that Yang Qingheng had a one-night stand with a man.
Jealousy, resentment, madness—all these emotions turned him into a wild beast that almost broke free of its cage.
However, I felt mostly relieved, relieved that he was just a male model, a male model who could be dismissed with money.
He believed that Yang Qingheng was sensible and wouldn't ruin their perfect working relationship for a male model she had a one-night stand with.
Once that bastard disappears, Yang Qingheng won't even remember his name.
Another room separated by a wall.
Mu Huihe stared at the two extra quilts in the closet, completely puzzled. She asked her husband, "Why did you bring so many quilts over? How many quilts can you cover yourself with?"
"What blanket? Why would I hug that thing?" Tang's father adjusted his reading glasses, his eyes wide with anger.
As soon as he finished speaking, the couple looked at each other and fell silent.
"You little brat, using the old man as a pawn."
…………
Song Hengjue had another nightmare.
In the familiar courtyard, the woman angrily threw roses in his face.
"I told you to get up at six in the morning to water it, and you still killed it!"
One moment they were in a hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant, the next Yang Qingheng was gripping his neck tightly, yelling, "Divorce me! Now!"
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