Best friend turned enemy? Marrying the villain, if she runs, I'll run too.

Ding dong.

As the elevator arrived, Song Guanting vaguely heard the name "Meng Tang".

He glanced towards the lobby out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that he didn't move, the executive next to him reminded him, "President Song, the elevator has arrived."

Song Guanting hummed in response and strode into the elevator with a normal expression.

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A waiter knocked on the door and came in.

"Excuse me, Miss Meng, this is the 82 Lafite you ordered. Would you like to open it now?"

A mention of an 82 Lafite brought a moment of silence to the entire drinking party.

Meng Tang was stunned.

Tong Tong's jaw nearly dropped in shock. "Sister Tang, when did you order such expensive red wine? This one bottle must cost dozens of times more than all the food on this table!"

Although Tong Tong loves reading domineering CEO novels, the kind of plot where someone casually opens a bottle of 82 Lafite can only happen in the virtual world!

Let alone others, even Meng Tang herself was bewildered. Although Song Guanting had an entire cellar at Yunding Huafu, filled with red wines worth hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of yuan.

But she only squandered money at Genting Highlands, since it was all her fake husband's money, and she didn't care at all.

But once she's outside, she's just a hardworking corporate slave, someone who has to get reimbursed by the company even for ordering food. How could she possibly order a bottle of red wine that costs fifty or sixty thousand?

If the company's finance department found out, they'd probably come over and fight her to the death.

But out of the corner of her eye, Meng Tang saw Assistant Zhou passing by the door.

Assistant Zhou smiled and nodded at her before going upstairs.

Meng Tang instantly realized that Song Guanting had ordered this bottle of wine for her.

It's true what they say, you still have to find a rich husband. Although her relationship with Song Guanting was very superficial, when they met outside, her husband still knew how to save face for her.

After all, her reputation is also Song Guanting's reputation.

She found it somewhat amusing, though, because her collaboration had already been finalized, and she didn't need the bottle of red wine that Song Guanting had given her.

"Please pack it for me."

Meng Tang regained her composure, gave an order to the waiter, and then said to Mr. Sun, "I know you are a connoisseur of wine, Mr. Sun. This bottle of wine is a personal gift to you as a return present."

"I hope our cooperation can last a long time. If Mr. Sun can do me the honor of introducing me to a few more investors, I will try my best to find you better wines so you can try them."

It's a bottle of wine worth tens of thousands of yuan, so we can't waste it; we should make the most of it.

I drank it right there at the table, and then I peed and forgot about it.

However, if it's presented in her own name, indicating that she paid for it herself specifically to give to Mr. Sun, then the meaning is quite different.

Sure enough, Mr. Sun was so moved that his tongue almost fell open.

"Good, good! Xiao Meng, you not only drink heartily, but you're also more generous than most people. I, Lao Sun, will be your friend! In the future, Haihui will choose you first when we cooperate."

"I'm not bragging, but while I, Lao Sun, may not have much else, I have a ton of friends in the industry. If you ever run into any trouble with your investments, Xiao Meng, just give me a call!"

Meng Tang smiled and offered another toast: "Mr. Sun is so generous. It's settled then. I'll toast you again."

So, Mr. Sun, having had a good drink, was eventually helped out of the house by his secretary.

Even though he was unsteady on his feet, he held tightly to the bottle of 82 Lafite.

"Please take care, Mr. Sun."

Meng Tang helped the person into the car, and President Sun even leaned out to wave.

"The funds will be in place tomorrow, Xiao Meng. Let's have another drink sometime!"

As soon as Mr. Sun's car drove away, Meng Tang breathed a sigh of relief, but then stumbled and almost lost her balance.

Fortunately, Tong Tong reacted quickly and caught her. "Sister Tang, are you alright? You drank quite a bit at the dinner party. Shall I take you home?"

Compared to President Sun, Meng Tang didn't drink much, but she was a master at persuading people to drink.

Taking advantage of Mr. Sun's joy at receiving the Lafite, she let him drink quite a bit, while she only symbolically drank one or two glasses.

However, once the alcohol kicks in, it's inevitable to feel dizzy, lightheaded, and nauseous.

Meng Tang covered her mouth and gagged twice: "I'm going to the restroom."

Just as she found the restroom, before Meng Tang could even go inside, a hand suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her backward.

She was already dizzy, and the sudden tug caused her to stagger back several steps, her back slamming heavily against the hard wall.

"Meng Tang, are you deliberately ignoring my calls?"

Feeling dizzy, Meng Tang saw a face that annoyed her swaying in front of her.

It is Cheng Youjun.

However, at this moment, Cheng Youjun was angrily questioning her.

Meng Tang rubbed her temples, barely managing to stay awake.

"Who are you?"

Cheng Youjun was already angry, but he didn't expect Meng Tang to pretend not to know him, which made him even more furious. "Stop pretending, Meng Tang. You're playing the indifference game again. Do you think you can get my attention by pretending to be indifferent to me?"

Meng Tang thought this guy was completely out of his mind.

"Who's playing hard to get with you? Get out of my way and don't hover around me. I feel like throwing up just looking at you."

Meng Tang tried to push Cheng Youjun away, but she had difficulty even standing, and her hands were weak.

Instead, Cheng Youjun, enraged, grabbed her wrist. "Meng Tang, haven't you made enough of a scene? Even if you want to play tricks, you have to consider the occasion."

"Didn't I call you before and ask you to take Weiwei to the dinner party? But you turned around and left her alone in the lobby. You're just jealous that Weiwei graduated from a prestigious university and is a professional director."

"And you're just a half-baked director who only knows how to throw money at making dramas because you're a rich heiress. You're afraid Weiwei will steal your thunder, so you're deliberately excluding her, right?"

"You are truly the most jealous woman I have ever met!"

Cheng Youjun berated her harshly, dragging her outside, "Go apologize to Weiwei right now and give up the cooperation with Haihui to Weiwei, otherwise I will not forgive you!"

Meng Tang originally didn't want to pay attention to this gigolo, but she didn't expect him to be so shameless.

Just how love-struck was the original owner to be led by the nose by this kind of man and become the ultimate simp for so many years?

"You're insane! Who needs your forgiveness!"

"You want me to give up the partnership? You're such a gigolo!"

Meng Tang grabbed her bag and threw it all at Cheng Youjun.

He smashed things and cursed at the same time, which completely enraged Cheng Youjun.

"Meng Tang, haven't you made enough of a scene?!"

But the man was stronger, and Meng Tang's hands were restrained by him, and he was pulled twice.

My already dizzy head was shaking like water.

I feel so nauseous...

"Brother Youjun, what happened?"

They made quite a commotion, and Chu Weiwei, who was waiting outside, came over when she heard it.

To everyone's surprise, Meng Tang vomited.

He vomited all over Cheng Youjun.

Cheng Youjun froze, his face turning as sour as a sewer.

"Meng, Tang!"

Cheng Youjun raised his hand high in anger.

But in the next instant, he was firmly grasped by a long, slender, jade-like hand.