Looking at Song Hengjue's eager face, I felt that the world was a bit too magical.
Song Hengjue was embarrassed and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Yes, so what should we do now?"
This guy's met a terrible woman!
Mo Yao suffered a heart attack. What could she do? Run, of course!
But looking at Song Hengjue's face, which was practically etched with the promise of wealth, she hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Then... should I pursue him a little longer?"
“That’s what I think too!” Song Hengjue slammed his hand on the table, staring at her with shining eyes as if he had found a kindred spirit.
Being stared at intently by a handsome guy didn't make Mo Yao happy. Instead, she felt like her morality had been hit by a thousand points of damage. Her mind raced, and she almost pulled out the cheesy romance novel she had read a few days ago to brush up on her knowledge.
Finally, gritting his teeth, he came up with a terrible idea: "I heard you say before that the woman your friend likes is someone of status in the capital. People of status have some dignity. Why don't we just go to her territory and make a scene, cry, make a scene, and threaten suicide? I don't believe she won't give in."
"...Is this alright?" Song Hengjue swallowed hard, hesitating and questioning.
Could Mo Yao overturn her own idea? Of course not. She made a definitive statement: "We've tried all the methods. If this one doesn't work, then there's really no other way."
“Okay, I’ll try…” Song Hengjue misspoke, then quickly corrected himself, “I’ll have my friend try it.”
Yang Qingheng sat on the train back home, sneezing several times. She rubbed her red, upturned nose, sighed, and pulled her suitcase off the train.
"Qingheng, over here!" Sun Rong waved vigorously when she saw Yang Qingheng.
She stood on the highest platform, within Yang Qingheng's sight. She waved, her red lips curving into a sincere smile.
"You're finally back! I was so scared when Tang Bainian told me he couldn't reach you a while ago." Sun Rong took her suitcase and put it in the car, then opened the door for her to get in.
"Nothing serious, it's all in the past," Yang Qingheng said, her eyes flashing with a deep, fleeting light as she recalled the case she was working on. She casually asked, "Did anything happen while I was away from the company?"
“Nothing’s wrong at the company, it’s just that your sister-in-law is pursuing Zhong Yan too much,” Sun Rong couldn’t help but laugh when she thought of it. “She’s so clever and resourceful, she can come up with all sorts of tricks. Zhong Yan is terrified of her and avoids her every day.”
"Let her be, as long as it doesn't affect the company." Yang Qingheng rubbed her temples, a smile appearing in her eyes.
Thinking of something, her smile faltered: "By the way, how's the orphanage? Has the second batch of winter clothes arrived?"
My child is very active and doesn't wear clothes for very long, so I have to buy winter clothes twice a year, once in September and again in November.
“It hasn’t arrived yet, but…” Sun Rong glanced at the rearview mirror, “Song Hengjue’s company delivered winter clothes once. The children all have new clothes to wear. The delivery person said the winter clothes were for the children and didn’t want to take them back, so I took the liberty of keeping them.”
There was no sound from the back seat for a long time, and Sun Rong's heart skipped a beat. Was she angry?
Suddenly, she felt a pang of regret. She shouldn't have made the decision for her. Yang Qingheng's attitude towards Song Hengjue was still uncertain, and she had put Yang Qingheng in a difficult position by keeping these winter clothes without her consent.
"Hmm." Finally, a response came from behind.
Sun Rong glanced at the rearview mirror and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the woman's expression was normal, but her heart was still pounding wildly.
The car didn't head home; instead, it drove to the company.
As I approached, I saw a chaotic group of people in front of the company, pointing and gesturing at the entrance. I had no idea what they were doing.
Something's not right.
Yang Qingheng withdrew her hand from the car door, her gaze fixed intently on the outside.
"I'll go see what's going on." Sun Rong opened the car door, got out, said to Yang Qingheng, and strode into the crowd.
"It's that company! It's outrageous! One of their employees slept with me, then ran off without taking responsibility, leaving me all alone!" Song Hengjue, wearing a large mask and holding a megaphone, accused me, his voice trembling. He sounded even more aggrieved and angry than Dou E, which only fueled the anger of those around him.
"That's too much! I've never seen such a wicked woman. Look how wronged this young man is!" A group of aunties who had just come to watch the show got worked up after hearing Song Hengjue's accusations. They put their hands on their hips and shouted that they felt sorry for him.
"That's right, it's too much, big sister. You're a reasonable person. Tell me, these people who bullied me are their company's employees. Shouldn't they be made to deal with them?" Song Hengjue's eyes were filled with tears, as if she had seen a relative.
Being called "sister" startled the eldest sister, her blood rushing to her head. She raised her arms and shouted, "Don't worry, little brother, I'm backing you up today! That wicked woman won't give you a proper title, so we'll make her pay!"
"Thank you, sisters, you are all such kind people." Song Hengjue jumped off the chair and bowed deeply to the crowd, which softened everyone's hearts and filled them with righteous indignation.
Sun Rong watched the man's performance after performance, her lips twitching. If she hadn't lived in the same village with this guy for so many years, she wouldn't have believed that this shameless man was the same hardworking, sincere, and down-to-earth man she used to know.
Shameless, they really have no shame at all.
They've gone mad.
She quietly slipped out of the crowd.
"What happened?" Yang Qingheng frowned, lowered half of the car window, revealing a pair of bright, clear eyes.
Sun Rong remained silent for a moment, her mind racing, almost spinning out of control, but she still couldn't come up with a suitable phrase to describe the scene before her.
He opened his mouth, about to speak, but it was no longer necessary.
Song Hengjue, who was in the crowd, noticed them at some point and shouted, "That's her! That's that wicked woman! She slept with me and then refused to take responsibility!"
Yang Qingheng was taken aback, and quickly raised the car window to block the view from outside.
Upon hearing what Song Hengjue said, dozens of people rushed over and ran in this direction.
"Mr. Yang, this..." The driver had never seen such a scene before. Looking at the group of people surrounding the car, he nervously swallowed and looked back helplessly.
Yang Qingheng's temples were throbbing with veins. Before she could come up with a solution, a woman's face pressed against the car window, yelling angrily, "Girl, let me tell you, you can't do this. If you sleep with a boy, you have to take responsibility. Look how wronged he is. He's waiting for you here in the freezing cold, his face is all white from the cold. He's so pitiful."
"That's right, it's not fair of you to do this. If you don't give them an explanation, we're going to have a talk with your boss."
Upon hearing the word "boss," Sun Rong subconsciously looked towards Yang Qingheng, and for some reason, burst out laughing.
Song Hengjue put his hands on his hips and raised his chin towards the car window. The car had a privacy screen, but it was precisely aimed at Yang Qingheng's eyes.
The smugness that gleamed in his eyes was truly despicable.
Yang Qingheng laughed in exasperation, paused for a moment, and slowly rolled down half of the car window.
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