Every passionate word he uttered felt like a razor blade slowly slicing through Zhong Yan's body.
Zhong Yan's smile had frozen the moment Yang Qingheng mentioned the prenatal checkup, and it looked even worse now. She pretended to casually push Song Hengjue's hand away and said, "Thank you for your kind invitation, Mr. Song."
His lowered eyes dared not meet Yang Qingheng's gaze.
She found out; she found out after all. Song Hengjue had told her.
She must think he's a despicable and shameless scoundrel.
Yang Qingheng looked at him indifferently, without any softening: "By the way, a new batch of employees is moving in soon. I've found you a place to rent. You can go with him to see the place another day."
Zhong Yan's eyelashes trembled, as if she had been pressed into the seabed, her breath taken away, and all sound disappeared from her ears.
Pfft, you green tea b*tch, who are you trying to fool with your pitiful act?
Song Hengjue was displeased. He blocked Yang Qingheng's view, took the packed food, and pulled her outside.
"Alright, let's go, don't keep our junior from eating."
The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful; everyone would agree that they are a perfect match.
Zhong Yan watched the two figures, their backs framing a harmonious and warm scene, a bitter feeling rising in his throat.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. Only after the person had disappeared from sight did a dejected voice fill the air.
"Senior."
Bo Xiang.
"I never expected Miss Yang to have such courage at such a young age. It's truly admirable." Old Li leaned back on the sofa with a smile, looking at Yang Qingheng with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
"President Li, you flatter me," Yang Qingheng said with a forced smile, taking out a document. "In principle, the affairs of juniors should not bother President Li, but I thought that since it is a large sum of money, I should explain it to you clearly."
On the table was the gift agreement that Li Jiaoyan had signed back then.
This has no legal effect, but since Mr. Li needed his help at the moment, he had no choice but to accept it: "That bastard Li Nian didn't tell me. Don't worry, Miss Yang, since I've agreed, there's no reason to go back on my word. Just go with the price in the contract. I'll talk to the sales department."
He lost hundreds of thousands of yuan in one go, and his heart ached terribly.
"As expected of President Li, you're so efficient." Yang Qingheng's smile became more genuine after achieving her goal, and she personally escorted the person to the elevator.
When she returned, the young man was still sitting in the same spot, without changing his posture at all. Upon seeing her, he quickly stood up and respectfully greeted her, "President Yang."
"Okay, Fang Nan will arrange work for you later. Just ask President Song if you need anything." Yang Qingheng said indifferently, without showing him any care or pity.
How could an illegitimate child be so charming as to beg Old Li to let him join the company? He must be a cunning person.
Li Jincheng's eyes flickered slightly: "Thank you, President Yang."
He had just walked out with Fang Nan when the office door was kicked open from the outside, and Li Nian stormed in with a dark face: "Did you let that illegitimate child into the company?"
That bitch, she must have done it on purpose.
Yang Qingheng shrugged and corrected him, "It's not that I wanted him to join the company, it was President Li who made the decision. If you have any objections, you might as well talk to your father."
Looking at Yang Qingheng's mocking gaze, Li Nian understood. She was reprimanding him for instructing Li Jiaoyan to set a trap for her.
He sneered inwardly, thinking, "Why didn't I plan this more carefully back then? I should have just sent her to her death."
But the thought of that illegitimate son now having gained his father's trust and vying for the inheritance rights made him extremely anxious, and he wished he could tear Yang Qingheng's face off.
But no, that would only make his situation worse.
Li Nian regretted it; he shouldn't have done those thankless tasks.
"Alright, go out now and get along well with your good buddy," Yang Qingheng chuckled.
Seeing Li Nian's face grow increasingly dark, the two bodyguards beside him stepped forward, blocking Yang Qingheng completely, looking like two black-faced gatekeepers.
Ever since that incident, Song Hengjue has insisted on having bodyguards and doctors by her side at all times, ignoring all her resistance and doing whatever he wants.
Yang Qingheng was too lazy to refuse, so she simply accepted.
I never expected it to come in handy in this kind of situation.
Li Nian was furious, but there was nothing he could do about it, so he could only slam the office door shut.
Upon hearing the news, Song Hengjue rushed in. The office had already returned to calm, and Yang Qingheng was leisurely helping him process the documents.
He rushed over and carefully checked her several times to make sure she wasn't injured before his wildly beating heart finally calmed down.
He reached out and snatched the documents from her hand: "You're busy with your own company, and now you're busy with mine too. You're pregnant and should be resting. I can handle this myself."
“I’ve been making the decisions for a while now, so I’m more experienced at handling things than you are.” Yang Qingheng kissed his cheek and obediently stopped looking at the documents.
She wouldn't normally do these things, but she came over today because she was bored.
Song Hengjue snorted: "If you're so bored, go take measurements. The wedding dress should have been made a long time ago."
I'm already secretly looking forward to the moment she puts on her wedding dress.
He will surely be the happiest groom in the world.
However, on the day she wore her wedding dress, Yang Qingheng was unhappy. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt annoyed: "I told you we would have the wedding after the baby was born, but you had to rush it."
Look at this wedding dress, it's nothing like what she imagined.
Although her belly was only slightly showing and could be concealed with her design, she was always worried that it wasn't presentable enough.
Yang Qingheng didn't know what was wrong with her. She usually went to work without makeup and didn't feel there was anything wrong with it, but she was unusually persistent about wedding dresses.
"It was my fault, don't be angry." Song Hengjue understood why she was so irritable, because he felt the same way.
Their entanglement across two lifetimes has been incredibly difficult. Unlike the previous one, this time they approach each other with the same burning love.
Just thinking about it makes me tremble with nervousness.
He pressed her shoulders firmly against his chest, his sincere eyes devoid of any impurity: "You are already the most beautiful bride in the world. You're too anxious. Cheer up, okay?"
Yang Qingheng's troubled mind calmed down immediately, but she still cursed and shoved him out the door: "Happy my ass, you're in the way, get out."
Song Hengjue stood obediently outside the door, but did not leave. She stared intently into the room as the makeup artist did her makeup, her eyes unwilling to leave for even a second.
Fang Nan, dressed in a groomsman's suit, swaggered over: "What, are you afraid your bride will run away?"
"You don't know anything." Song Hengjue pushed him away in disgust. Just looking at her made him feel so happy that his heart was bubbling with joy. Single people can never understand this kind of happiness.
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