"You're not allowed to ignore my call tonight." Song Hengjue's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he leaned in fiercely to bite her ear, but he suddenly pulled back his strength the moment he touched her earlobe and gently pressed it against her pink earlobe.
She never answered his calls before. Sometimes he would call from an unknown number and she would answer once or twice, but as soon as she heard his voice, she would hang up immediately. After all, they had spent more than 20 years together in their previous life, but her heart was as hard as a stone in a latrine, and it wouldn't soften no matter how much she was soaked.
"Go, go, go. Get out of here now, or what will the secretary think?" Yang Qingheng compromised, pushing his shoulder and forcefully kicking him out.
If she knew what Song Hengjue was thinking just now, she probably wouldn't have been so polite.
He calls her more than a dozen times a day, and they're still ex-husband and ex-wife. She must be out of her mind to answer his calls.
The man kept turning back to look at himself as he went, until he finally disappeared from sight.
Yang Qingheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
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Boxiang Building.
Fang Nan grabbed Mo Yao, excitedly saying, "You have no idea how explosive the scene was back then. Her face was so ugly; I was afraid she would rush out and strangle Song Hengjue on the spot."
"Tsk tsk, I didn't realize President Song had such a thick skin." Mo Yao was speechless. She was afraid she would never be able to look her boss in the eye again.
This isn't just being shameless; this is downright sycophantic.
Fang Nan was furious at the thought of Song Hengjue calling him every day, so he seized the opportunity to mock and retaliate: "That's right, he's shameless. If he weren't shameless, how could he have found a wife with that slutty mouth? Oh, and now he's someone else's wife."
Noticing that Mo Yao across from him didn't respond, he nudged her shoulder for approval: "You agree, don't you, Secretary Mo?"
Mo Yao glanced at the familiar cold face behind him, swallowed nervously, shook her head firmly, and rebuked him righteously: "Secretary Fang, President Song has already said that she is his friend. How can you spread rumors about President Song just because you have a grudge against him? President Song is upright and honest, how could he be the kind of person who would be a mistress! This is too much. If President Song finds out, he will kick you out of the company!"
"Your CEO Song still dares to fire me? I'll go to his side and complain about him, saying that he..." Fang Nan thought Mo Yao was putting on an act again, so he didn't pay attention and raised his eyebrows smugly.
"What did you say about me?" A chilling male voice came from behind.
"Of course I'm talking about you..." Fang Nan turned around with a grin, slapped away the hand that was put on his shoulder, and when he saw who the man behind him was, his scalp tingled. "I'm saying that you are handsome and dashing, and that you are magnanimous and won't hold it against me."
Fang Nan's face was contorted, as if he was about to burst into tears at any moment.
That damned Mo Yao, he has no loyalty whatsoever.
"Your salary will return to normal starting this month." Song Hengjue glanced at him indifferently, showing no mercy, and opened the office door to go inside.
A sharp wail echoed from the office.
"Mo Yao, you heartless, wicked woman!"
All the salary he worked so hard to earn, working like a dog, is gone!
"Oh dear, what a pity, what a pity!" Mo Yao laughed heartily.
Immediately afterwards, a cheerful voice came from inside the office: "Except for Fang Nan, everyone else's salary will be doubled this month, and Secretary-General Mo's will be tripled."
A scream came from inside the office. Fang Nan looked miserable and rushed into Song Hengjue's office with a howl.
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"Yang Qingheng, come in, I have something to say to you."
As soon as Yang Qingheng entered the room, she saw the old lady sitting on the sofa with a cold face, staring straight at her. Tang Bainian was standing next to her with his head down, obviously having just been scolded.
Yang Qingheng's heart skipped a beat. She saw the old lady enter the study and subconsciously looked at Tang Bainian. The man patted her shoulder reassuringly.
My unease intensified. I put down my bag and quickly followed the old lady into the study.
"Mom, is there something you need?" Yang Qingheng asked guiltily, standing at the door, her mind racing.
"Yang Qingheng, I may be old, but I'm not losing my mind. How long do you two think you can keep your secret from me?" The old lady's face darkened, and she slammed her hand on the table as she stood up.
Yang Qingheng's heart trembled, her nerves were on edge, and she dared not breathe.
I've never seen the old lady with such a serious expression. Could something serious have happened? Did she find out about her marriage of convenience with Tang Bainian?
Yang Qingheng felt a chill run down her spine, a strange fear reminiscent of being caught doing something wrong by a teacher in elementary school. Her fingernails pressed tightly against her palms inside her sleeves, causing a slight pain.
He bowed deeply, filled with remorse: "Mom, I... I shouldn't have kept this from you. I'm sorry, I..."
"Of course you shouldn't have kept it from me!" The old lady exuded authority without anger, her sharp eyes seeming to see right through people. "Yang Qingheng, you've been in our family for over five years. Haven't my mother and Bainian's father treated you well?"
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