Has he finally gone mad?
"What's wrong with a blind date? Can't I attend?" Song Hengjue said nonchalantly, instead taking out his car keys with great interest. "What kind of gifts do women this age like? I can't just go empty-handed."
Fang Nan hesitated, then glared at him angrily and said, "I don't know."
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"President Yang, don't worry, I'll take care of this," the editor-in-chief of the Beijing newspaper said confidently as he walked out of the restaurant's private room with Yang Qingheng. "When I get back today, I'll have my staff clear out the largest section of tomorrow's newspaper. I'll make sure everyone in Beijing knows that Director Tang is innocent. But our newspaper already has the layout ready, and if we have to take another picture, it might cause some trouble..."
Yang Qingheng understood his implication and nodded: "President Li, don't worry, I will definitely make up for the losses. There is no reason for you to bear the costs."
Yang Qingheng took an envelope out of her bag and put it in his hand.
President Li nodded in satisfaction, repeatedly saying that he would definitely handle this matter well.
"President Li, you've reached this position at such a young age, your abilities must be extraordinary. I believe you can handle this matter well," Yang Qingheng said with a light smile, then glanced at the time and said apologetically, "Bainian will pick me up in a bit, so I won't say any more. Please enjoy your meal."
After saying goodbye, I went to the front desk to pay the bill.
Turning around, I saw a familiar figure.
Song Hengjue was sitting in the coffee shop across the street at some point, with a woman sitting next to him. The two smiled at each other, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, looking very well-matched.
Yang Qingheng paid, picked up her bag, and went to the coffee shop, placing the bag on the counter: "Hello, could you please tell me about your coffee?"
The man didn't even lift his eyelids when he saw her come in; he was focused on the woman opposite him.
"Hengjue, what do you think of the coffee here?" The woman's fair fingertips tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and a hint of shyness involuntarily appeared in her eyes.
Song Hengjue propped his head up and silently looked at her: "What Miss Xu recommends is naturally good."
The woman smiled and said excitedly, "I'm glad you like it. This coffee shop is owned by my friend. I come here often. If you like it, we can come together often."
Can a wild boar taste the fine bran?
Yang Qingheng sneered inwardly. How come she never knew he liked coffee?
She's already going on blind dates even before breaking up? Looks like she's quite satisfied with this blind date.
"Miss, would you like to drink here or..." The receptionist looked at Yang Qingheng's unpleasant expression and asked cautiously.
Yang Qingheng suddenly came to her senses and handed her the money: "Please pack it up for me, make thirty cups, and deliver them all to the government building."
The receptionist took the money and was about to say it was too much when she saw the woman open the car door and get in.
With a soft creak, the coffee shop door closed, and the woman finally disappeared.
Song Hengjue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked towards the car in a daze.
The woman opposite him covered her mouth and chuckled: "Hengjue, you have a sweet tooth, don't you? Is this enough? If not, you can ask them to add a few more pieces."
Song Hengjue suddenly came to his senses and realized that the candy jar in his hand had been emptied. He pursed his lips and said, "No need."
He lost his appetite for coffee: "I see it's getting late. Didn't your dad say we should go to a restaurant for dinner together? Let's go."
When Yang Qingheng arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau with a cup of coffee, it was already 3 p.m., just in time for their appointment. However, Tang Bainian was nowhere to be seen. With 4:30 p.m. fast approaching, she frowned and found a chair to sit down.
Little did they know, all their actions were being observed by the person opposite them.
Secretary Qian glanced at the phone in Tang Bainian's hand, which had been flashing several times, and hesitated before asking, "Director?"
Tang Bainian took a deep breath, finally pushed open the door and got out of the car, walking towards the other side of the road.
The tall figure silhouetted against the sunlight should have been a heartwarming scene, but Secretary Qian inexplicably sensed sadness within it.
My nose started to sting a little.
They arrived at three o'clock, but Tang Bainian was unwilling to get out of the car. Secretary Qian had witnessed how he and Yang Qingheng got there and knew better than anyone his feelings for Yang Qingheng.
Tang Bainian was delusional, hoping to dissuade Yang Qingheng from divorcing him through this method.
Unfortunately, the director's wife was determined. It was already 4:30, and she still refused to leave, making phone calls one after another, as if she was determined to get a divorce today and was unwilling to give him any chance.
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