He was annoyed just looking at Yang Qingheng's face. He curled his lips slightly, leaned close to her ear and sneered, "Yang Qingheng, you're destined to lose to me. You might as well behave yourself to avoid making trouble for yourself."
After saying that, he took it and was about to turn away gracefully.
Uncle Liu's face darkened: "Wait! Who said they were going to sell it to you!"
Qiao Xihe's smug smile froze on her face, her eyes wide with surprise.
Uncle Liu, disgusted, grabbed the money from the table and threw it back, scolding, "You look like a decent young lady, but all you talk about is money, money, money! Who wants your worthless coins? Take your worthless money and get out!"
Yang Qingheng had anticipated this scene and burst out laughing.
Uncle Liu doesn't care about fame, fortune, or money; otherwise, the winery wouldn't still be so small.
Qiao Xihe's face flushed with embarrassment at the mockery, especially Yang Qingheng's laughter, which felt like a slap across her face, making her so ashamed and angry that she wanted to tear her face off.
Now he was determined to get revenge, slamming his hand on the table: "You old man, don't be ungrateful! Do you know who I am?"
She's the mayor's daughter, and he dares to criticize her for taking a bottle of his wine!
Uncle Liu put on his reading glasses and gestured with his chin towards Yang Qingheng: "Who is she?"
“Mayor Qiao’s only daughter,” Yang Qingheng replied.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Liu's face changed drastically, turning as black as water. He snatched back his wine as if afraid of getting it dirty, grabbed a rag from the table and nearly scraped the bottle raw, then roared, "Get out! Who let you in? Get out! If I see you at my winery again, I'll break your legs!"
He was about to throw down the bottle and grab a broom.
Qiao Xihe was startled and quickly walked outside, her face pale and furious: "You mad dog!"
Yang Qingheng was also startled by his sudden anger and quickly tried to calm him down: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, why are you getting angry with her?"
Uncle Liu gritted his teeth and sat down for a long time, still unable to catch his breath. He was furious: "So it's that grandson's daughter. I was wondering why I was so angry looking at her. I shouldn't have let her in in the first place!"
Yang Qingheng knew that Tang Bainian's parents knew Qiao Jiajun, and as Tang's father's friend, she should have heard about it. She didn't expect him to react so strongly, and her eyes were confused: "Uncle Liu, do you have a grudge against the Qiao family?"
"Let's not talk about this, it makes me angry." Uncle Liu waved his hand. After such an upset, he was no longer in the mood to entertain her. He chatted with her for a few minutes and then sent her home.
Qiao Xihe was forced out and made a fool of herself in front of Yang Qingheng. Her sense of superiority was shattered, leaving her in a terrible mood.
As soon as he came out, he saw a familiar face, his eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace: "President Song, it's been a long time."
"It's you again." Song Hengjue had just stepped out of the car to catch his breath when he saw Qiao Xihe's annoying face, and he almost slapped himself twice.
Why didn't you listen to Yang Qingheng and stay in the car?
“Is Mr. Song also here to buy wine? You’re too late. All the wine here is sold out. Besides, that shop owner was weird and had no manners. I doubt the wine he was selling was any good,” Qiao Xihe sighed and smiled charmingly. “But I do have some imported wines at home. I think Mr. Song would appreciate them. If you like them, I can send some to your house in a couple of days.”
Why can't this woman read other people's expressions?
Song Hengjue looked displeased and took a step back to refuse: "Since it's wine that Miss Qiao specially brought back from abroad, I'd better not take it. You can keep it for yourself."
Qiao Xihe thought he was just being polite, her eyes flickered slightly, and thinking of her own plan, she warmly invited him: "President Song, I recently invited a master to make fireworks for me. I'm bringing my friends to watch them for New Year's Eve. I wonder if you would do me the honor of joining me?"
Song Hengjue instinctively wanted to refuse, but then the memory of how she had tripped up Yang Qingheng flashed through her mind. She had an idea and nodded, "Miss Qiao invited me, how could I refuse? I will definitely be there on time. It's just that I prefer quiet."
"Don't worry, Mr. Song, I'll be all alone then, so I won't disturb you." Qiao Xihe said excitedly, but pretended to be reserved.
Song Hengjue's words were exactly what she wanted. The fireworks display was originally intended to cultivate her relationship with him, and all the friends were fabricated by her. Now that he brought it up, it saved her the trouble of making up reasons to convince his group of friends not to come at the last minute.
Out of the corner of his eye, Song Hengjue caught a glimpse of a slender figure behind a tree not far away. His heart skipped a beat, and he took a step back to distance himself from Qiao Xihe in order to prove his innocence.
Qiao Xihe asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
When Song Hengjue met Yang Qingheng's teasing gaze, his mind was about to explode. He had no mind to deal with her anymore and said impatiently, "Miss Qiao, don't you have to go back to work? You're so free all day long?"
"Of course I will." Qiao Xihe wanted to say something, but seeing the man's cold face, she awkwardly got into her car.
Once Qiao Xihe's car had disappeared into the distance, Yang Qingheng leisurely emerged from behind the tree and gestured with her chin towards Song Hengjue: "Oh, you seemed to be having a good chat. So, did the blind date go well?"
"What are you saying? I don't want to go on blind dates with anyone but you." Song Hengjue quickly pledged his loyalty and wrapped his arm around her waist to appease her.
"Get lost, stop saying things that disgust me." Yang Qingheng rolled her eyes and jumped into the car.
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