I was really worried. I didn't know what was wrong with the boss. He always seemed to be out of his mind. I called him ten times a day, and he didn't hear me at least three times.
He touches that ring on his hand every day; the pattern is almost worn smooth from his touch. I wonder which woman gave it to him.
He went to the capital and brought back a wife from the capital?
The office fell silent again. Song Hengjue felt as if all his energy had been drained away. His shoulders slumped, and he covered his eyes, curling up into a ball on the sofa.
I don't know what that woman was thinking. It's been two days, and apart from calling on the first day to ask if he had arrived in Hai Province, she hasn't called him at all in the past few days.
Remembering Fang Nan's comment about that jerk junior colleague in the company eyeing her covetously, Song Hengjue irritably rubbed her hair, feeling extremely agitated. She wished she could fly back right now and beat that shameless guy up.
He dared to poach someone as soon as he left; what would happen if he stayed any longer?!
However, Song Hengjue was unaware that Yang Qingheng in the capital had already boarded the train to Hai Province.
For the two-day journey, Yang Qingheng bought a sleeper berth. To make things easier, she didn't bring many clothes, only a small bag and a suitcase. She figured she could buy more things when she got there.
For safety reasons, she chose the upper shelf, and the lower shelf was occupied by an older woman holding a child and leading another by the hand. The neighbors were also families with children, and several men were talking loudly, giving her a headache. She didn't close her eyes to rest for a while until evening, but was woken up by hunger.
Yang Qingheng sighed, gave five yuan to the flight attendant to watch her luggage, and went to the restroom, planning to check the dining car for food on her way back.
There wasn't much of a line at the restroom, but it smelled terrible. She quickly finished and rushed out, wiping the water off her hands with a handkerchief. As she passed a train car, her gaze lingered for a second.
Frowning, he abruptly pushed the two aside, speechless: "Didn't you buy a seat or what? Don't you know you're blocking the way?"
The two men turned around abruptly. The younger man stepped back slightly, looking a little embarrassed, while the other glared at her fiercely, muttering curses under his breath.
"Where did this bitch come from, hitting on every man she sees, just because she's thirsty..."
Yang Qingheng initially didn't want to get involved, but at this moment she really couldn't hold back anymore. She rushed up and slapped him on the head, shouting at the train police officer, "This person is a thief! Catch him!"
The man never expected to actually encounter someone so fearless today. With a ferocious expression, the man strode towards the distant carriage.
Yang Qingheng was furious and wasn't about to let him get away. She grabbed a stick and rushed forward, hitting him while cursing, "You dog, you dare to curse me! You're always spouting 'bitch' all the time. Don't you have a mother? Did you come out of a latrine? No wonder your mouth stinks!"
The man's eyes flashed with malice, and he was about to slap the other man back when a train police officer ran up from a distance, forcefully separating the two and shouting angrily, "You dare to lay a hand on me in front of me? You want to go to the police station, don't you!"
Presumably because Yang Qingheng was a woman, the train police officer who tried to stop her didn't use much force, allowing her to seize the opportunity and strike the man hard with her baton several times.
"Bitch, try touching me again!" The man was furious, veins bulging on his forehead, making him look somewhat terrifying.
Yang Qingheng felt relieved and pointed at him, complaining to the police: "It was him. I just saw him steal that gentleman's wallet."
Qi Lian hadn't seen such a fierce woman in a long time. He was leisurely sitting to the side watching the show when he unexpectedly found himself caught in the crossfire. Incredulously, he pointed to his own nose and asked, "Me?"
After searching himself, he looked at the train police officer with a complicated expression and said, "It's gone."
“I stole your wallet, do you know how much this outfit I’m wearing costs? You couldn’t afford it even if I sold it to you!” The man sneered, forcefully breaking free from the train police officer, and glanced contemptuously at Yang Qingheng, “You think you can spread rumors without paying the price, huh?”
The train police officer hesitated upon hearing his words. The man was impeccably dressed, wearing a brand-new suit and a famous brand watch. He didn't look like someone who would steal from others; rather, he looked like someone who would be the one to have things stolen from.
He looked at Yang Qingheng strangely and questioned, "You saw it? You really saw it with your own eyes?"
Yang Qingheng scoffed: "Whether he stole it or not, let him turn his pockets inside out himself. I have no grudge against him, would I wrong him?"
The man scoffed and turned all his pockets inside out, but there wasn't a single wallet in sight.
He looked at Yang Qingheng with a mocking expression: "You've misunderstood me. You should apologize."
The two train police officers exchanged a glance, hesitated, and then looked at Yang Qingheng: "Since the person didn't steal anything, you've wronged them. Apologize."
The man sneered, looking down at Yang Qingheng as if admiring a cheap item, his gaze lingering particularly on her chest, his eyes extremely offensive.
Yang Qingheng felt so nauseous she almost threw up her dinner from the night before, and her face turned pale.
The train police officer, seeing her pursing her lips and remaining silent, grew somewhat impatient: "If you're wrong, you should apologize. Don't be unreasonable here; this is disrupting public order."
Work is already stressful enough, and then an unreasonable woman comes along and causes them trouble.
"Considering you're just a young girl, I won't ask you to do anything. Just kneel down, apologize, and call me 'Dad,' and that'll be it." The middle-aged man said smugly, his arms crossed, seemingly very magnanimous.
Upon hearing this, the two train police officers looked rather displeased. Having some conscience after all, they advised, "Brother, this is, after all, a young woman. Although she has misunderstood you, this is too insulting. Please be magnanimous and just bow to let it go."
He winked at Yang Qingheng, signaling her to apologize quickly and let the matter drop.
The middle-aged man sneered, pointing to the large bump on his head: "Look what she did to me! If she doesn't apologize today, we'll see you at the police station!"
The train police officers, seeing that he had almost been beaten to a pulp, remained silent for a moment, then stopped trying to persuade him and all looked at Yang Qingheng.
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