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

When Mo Ziheng saw Meng Deqian blatantly using Song Guanting as a stepping stone, he thought that this guy was simply courting death, daring to offend Song Guanting.

Outsiders may not know the full story, but as one of Song Guanting's few close friends, he had witnessed firsthand just how ruthless his childhood friend could be.

Back then, Song Guanting's half-brother, Song Yixuan, used Song Guanting's name to act arrogantly and tarnish Song Guanting's reputation.

Song Guanting was a ruthless man who didn't talk much. He dragged Song Yixuan to a secluded place and smashed his head open with a beer bottle.

Mo Ziheng still can't forget that bloody scene.

This is why Song Yixuan, who was spoiled and fearless, would tremble in his legs whenever he saw Song Guanting and didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.

The child was so terrified of being beaten that he practically wanted to acknowledge Song Guanting as his father.

Therefore, when it comes to ruthlessness, if Song Guanting claims to be second, no one dares to claim to be first.

But today, faced with Meng Deqian's blatant attempt to curry favor, Song Guanting showed little reaction.

Instead of responding, he lowered his head and fiddled with his phone, as if he had encountered some very difficult problem. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his handsome face was serious and intimidating.

"What's wrong? Did you run into some tough work? Only a workaholic like you would skip your wife's birthday party and send me the invitation. I thought you didn't care at all, but as soon as you heard the other person was being bullied, you rushed over in a panic..."

While muttering to himself, Mo Ziheng leaned over and glanced at it twice.

He hadn't originally intended to look, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Song Guanting's phone wasn't displaying work messages, but rather... photos.

To be precise, it's a photo of Meng Tang on stage.

Moreover, as Song Guanting swiped his finger, more than one photo appeared: some showed her smiling sweetly at the camera, some showed her with her eyes lowered and a gentle smile, and some showed her elegantly lifting her skirt to express her gratitude...

In short, the photos are varied and can be seen to be candid shots. Every movement of Meng Tang from the moment she stepped onto the stage was captured.

Song Guanting has indeed encountered a difficult problem, one that is even more challenging than dealing with projects worth hundreds of millions.

Which one do you think is better?

Mo Ziheng, whose jaw nearly dropped in shock at Song Guanting's serious question, remained silent.

"Brother, you haven't been possessed, have you?"

Is this still the same Song Guanting he knows, ruthless, utterly empathetic, and capable of going mad even beyond the control of the law?

He preferred to believe that Song Guanting was silently plotting how to kill his supposedly foolish father-in-law, rather than believe that Song Guanting was secretly filming his wife.

Was Song Guanting the kind of person with a romantic streak?

Even if you drained all his blood, you still wouldn't find the word "romance"!

Song Guanting thought his friend was so stupid that he didn't want to look at him a second time.

She raised her hand and pushed his annoying face aside.

"It's blocking the camera."

Mo Ziheng: "..."

He claimed that Song Guanting had been possessed!

Suddenly, a WeChat message popped up.

Butter Cake: [Did your cheap husband forget your birthday? Perfect timing! Kick the bastard aside, the Never-Setting-Sun Club has a new theme tonight, absolutely amazing! You'll love it~]

The "Never-Setting Sun Club"? A new theme?

Who is this shortbread seller? Judging from his tone, he seems to be quite familiar with Meng Tang…

At this point, Meng Deqian finished his introduction, fearing that Song Guanting might run away. After all, even the CEO of a large company would find it difficult to meet Song Guanting.

So as soon as he stepped off the stage, Meng Deqian couldn't wait and had Meng Tang invite Song Guanting to the VIP room.

"Guanting, please sit down. Xiaotang, if there's nothing else, you can go out now."

Before Meng Tang could speak, Song Guanting did not sit down either, his tone even more indifferent: "I don't think there's anything that needs to be discussed with my father-in-law alone."

The meaning of this statement is very clear: Meng Tang is there when he is here, and if Meng Tang is not here, then Meng Deqian has no right to talk to him.

Meng Deqian didn't expect Song Guanting to be so disrespectful to him, but thinking about it, it made sense. Song Guanting didn't even give face to the Song family, let alone his cheap father-in-law.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Tang also has a stake in Qiannuo Media. Since it concerns the company's business, Xiao Tang should stay and listen to what's going on and learn more."

Song Guanting first let Meng Tang sit in the seat to his right, and then he sat down leisurely.

Although Meng Deqian was the host of the banquet, Song Guanting's mere presence, even without uttering a word, exuded a chilling aura of authority that made him the host.

Song Guanting casually rested his right hand on the armrest, and the small sandalwood Pixiu Buddhist beads on his wrist were particularly eye-catching, making Meng Deqian take a second look.

Although the Meng family was not as wealthy as the Song family, they could still be considered middle class, and Meng Deqian was capable of recognizing good quality goods.

The Buddhist prayer beads on Song Guanting's right wrist looked like cheap, low-grade goods, probably the kind you'd find at a roadside stall where three strings for ten yuan would be too much.

The Patek Philippe watch he wore on his left wrist created a stark contrast in their wealth.

One costs a few dollars, the other millions—a world of difference—yet both are worn on Song Guanting's left and right hands, appearing abrupt yet possessing a strange sense of harmony.

But even though the Buddhist prayer beads were inexpensive, when Song Guanting wore them on his fair and slender hand, he managed to make them look as precious as something worth millions.

Song Guanting glanced at his watch, his tone sparse and indifferent.

“I have other things to do, father-in-law, you have ten minutes.”

Meng Deqian withdrew his gaze and quickly explained his purpose: "It's like this, recently, Brilliant Department Store, a subsidiary of Best Group, ended its cooperation with the previous company and is going to re-tender for the advertising space renovation project."

“We at Qiannuo have been involved in the decoration materials industry for quite some time and have extensive experience in decoration and construction. However, the tender notice issued by Best Logistics has a strict requirement.”

“Bidding companies need to have more than a thousand employees. Our Qiannuo is not small, but we are still a little short of a thousand employees.”

As he spoke, Meng Deqian sighed with a troubled expression: "It's such a pity that we're stuck because of this clause and can't participate in the bidding process. So I'd like to ask Guanting if you could make an exception and give Qiannuo a chance?"

Best Inc.'s Brilliant Department Stores are located throughout China, numbering nearly a thousand, accounting for almost half of all department stores in China.

This tender covers all the Brilliant Department Stores nationwide.

This is a lucrative opportunity; if we win the bid, it will definitely propel the entire company to a qualitative leap.

It is precisely because this lucrative opportunity is coveted by everyone that countless companies have inquired about it even before the bidding process even begins, with just a hint of it being announced.

Finally, Best Inc. announced the tender notice, which had very strict requirements for bidding companies. Only companies with more than 1,000 employees were eligible to bid.

This one rule alone wiped out more than half of the companies.

In fact, Qiannuo Media is not small in scale among all companies, but it has at most five hundred people, which is far from a thousand or more.

Meng Deqian was so anxious he was practically bald, and the only one who could find an opportunity in the bidding process was Song Guanting, who held absolute power.

"This is a decision made by the group. How can we change it so easily just because of my father-in-law's words? Such a big project can affect everything, and it's not just one person's cake that's affected."