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

Meng Yurou, seemingly concerned, tried to comfort him, saying, "Dad, don't be angry. My sister was just saying that out of spite."

"Sister, Dad has always missed you. No matter what, tomorrow's birthday party is something Dad has carefully prepared to welcome you. Everyone else is just a supporting character."

"Since Mom and Dad have put in so much effort, sister, why don't you bring your brother-in-law along? Then our whole family can get together."

Meng Deqian was full of satisfaction: "Look how sensible Yu Rou is. Xiao Tang, you are my only two daughters. If I retire in the future, Qian Nuo will eventually be handed over to you to manage."

“If you can get along well with Yu Rou, your mother and I will be at ease.”

Meng Tang had no good feelings towards the Meng family, but since she had taken over the original owner's body, there was at least one thing she would never give up.

In the original novel, Meng Tang's tragic end was largely due to Meng Yurou's manipulative nature.

If she hadn't framed and slandered the original owner's reputation, making the original owner disliked by her family, the original owner wouldn't have felt inferior, and she wouldn't have fallen head over heels in love with Cheng Youjun just because he casually helped her.

Is Meng Yurou, that green tea bitch, really after Qiannuo Media's shares?

If this guy gets even a single penny, I'll change my name to something else!

Although she loves money, this concerns the original owner of the body and her dignity, and she will never give it up!

"Okay, I'll come tomorrow."

After giving a clear answer, Meng Tang hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to speak again.

Li Su, who had been listening intently, said, "It must be that green tea Meng Yurou stirring things up again. Tomorrow's banquet is bound to be a trap. I'll go with you and drag that green tea to a secluded place and beat her until she's crippled. Then she won't be able to cause any more trouble."

Meng Tang was amused.

She's always been easygoing and wouldn't let a bunch of barking dogs ruin her good mood.

"Tomorrow, the Meng family will definitely host a banquet for many celebrities. If the young mistress of the Fu family appears at the Meng family's banquet, before we can even deal with that green tea bitch, we'll be the first to be settled by the Song and Fu families."

The Song and Fu families have a long-standing feud and have never spoken to each other. How could the Meng family possibly invite someone from the Fu family to the marriage alliance between the Song and Meng families?

"We still need to save up a lot of money quickly, so that we won't have to worry for several lifetimes. Then we'll run away and buy a small island. We'll live a life of luxury and extravagance, and even dogs won't bother with our family feuds."

Such a blissful life, I could laugh out loud even in my dreams.

Meng Tang wholeheartedly agreed with this.

*

Best Inc. President's Office.

"Mr. Song, the item you purchased at the charity auction in Germany has been customized, and the matching dress is also finished. Would you like me to have someone pick it up?"

Song Guanting signed his name on the last document and put down his pen.

He got up, picked up his coat from the back of the chair, and strode out.

"Have the planning department resend the revised proposal to my email. As long as the proposal is approved today, the group can leave work on time tomorrow."

Even Assistant Zhou was quite surprised.

It's worth noting that President Song is a well-known workaholic. After taking over Best Inc., he often worked through the night at the company and was hailed as the "King of Paperwork".

It was only after Song Guanting took over that Best Inc. was able to thrive and reach its peak in just a few years.

After getting married, Song Guanting was still busy, but not as crazy as when he was single.

Others were unaware, but Assistant Zhou, as his personal assistant, knew the inside story very well.

Overtime is commonplace at Best Inc. After all, even the president is working overtime, so the employees below certainly don't dare to complain.

Moreover, Best Inc. offers excellent benefits, far exceeding those of other companies, so employees are willing to work tirelessly to improve their lives.

As a master of overtime and a madman of intense competition, President Song actually suggested leaving get off work on time tomorrow. Could it be... because tomorrow is his wife's birthday?

"President Song, the Meng family has sent an invitation to the group for their birthday banquet."

Song Guanting received the invitation this morning while he was still in a meeting. Assistant Zhou was worried that it might affect Song Guanting's mood, so he handed it over while Song Guanting was still in a relatively good mood.

Song Guanting glanced at it and said, "Book the Alice Restaurant tomorrow."

When Meng Tang first married into the family, she never went back to her parents' home for the traditional wedding ceremony, which shows that she had no feelings for the Meng family.

If the Meng family really intends to celebrate Meng Tang's birthday, a small family gathering would be sufficient.

But now they're making such a big fuss, as if they want to invite all the prestigious and wealthy families in Jiangcheng.

They were even worried that Song Guanting might not know, so they sent the invitation to the group.

The Meng family naturally wanted him to attend. With their son-in-law Song Guanting present, which wealthy family in Jiangcheng would dare not give them face? Of course, the Fu family was an exception.

This banquet, though called a birthday celebration, was more like a stepping stone.

The Meng family wanted to use this banquet to enhance their reputation in Jiangcheng.

The most effective way, of course, would be for Song Guanting, the richest man in Jiangcheng, to step in.

Judging from his tone, it seems that Song Guanting doesn't plan to attend the Meng family's banquet tomorrow.

"Okay, Mr. Song, all work arrangements after 5 PM tomorrow will be postponed to the day after tomorrow."

Mr. Song needs to go back to celebrate his wife's birthday, so even work has to be postponed.

*

Genting Highlands.

When Song Guanting came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he saw that his wife was unusually not in bed, but curled up on the sofa, holding a tablet, sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing, her little expressions constantly changing, looking at something very seriously.

Only when I got closer did I realize that she was looking at a script.

"It's getting late, let's do the work tomorrow."

A man's clear voice sounded above her head. Meng Tang, her eyes still on the tablet, casually replied, "Okay, okay, I'll go to sleep after I finish reading the last two pages. You go to sleep first."

Filming is starting the day after tomorrow, so we need to finish the script in the next couple of days.

Unexpectedly, a long, slender hand reached out and snatched the tablet from her hand without saying a word.

His tone was domineering and brooked no argument: "Go to sleep."

Meng Tang looked up at him and instinctively clutched her lower back. "Song Guanting, are you even human? You ambushed me last night while I was drunk, and my back still aches. Can't you give me a night off?"

"Moreover, experts have also said that couples should not engage in sexual activity too frequently, otherwise it can easily lead to overwork and sudden death. I'm not just worried about myself, but also about your kidneys."

Song Guanting raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes.

"So Mrs. Song was so worried about my kidneys. It seems that only practice can prove whether my kidneys are healed or not."

Meng Tang sensed the danger of a wild beast ambushing its prey and immediately tried to run away.

But clearly, it was too late.

Song Guanting grabbed her ankle with one hand and pulled her back.

At the same time, he used his other arm to encircle her slender waist.

With his strong arms, he scooped her up with just one arm.

"Mrs. Song is throwing herself into my arms like this; she seems to be in a hurry."