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

Meng Tang felt that Song Guanting was exaggerating.

But seeing Song Guanting's cold and ugly face, like a chainsaw maniac in a horror movie who was about to go berserk and chop people up at any moment, she felt she should make a little joke to ease the atmosphere.

"Then you can't forget me so quickly. Remember to burn more paper money for me every Qingming Festival, after all, I died for you."

She found the lame joke quite funny, but Song Guanting's face showed no smile at all; instead, his eyes became even colder, like a bottomless vortex.

Once she was sucked in, she could no longer escape.

Then, a large hand pinched her waist.

Meng Tang cried out in pain, "It hurts! You're going to break my back!"

She was already so pitiful, and he still pinched her. Doesn't he have any humanity?

"You won't learn your lesson if it doesn't hurt you."

His voice was devoid of warmth, yet contained a restrained indulgence: "You are not allowed to say such things again."

Meng Tang opened her mouth, wanting to resist the tyranny.

Song Guanting then added, "Otherwise, all your allowance will be deducted."

Meng Tang felt as if her vital point had been seized.

That bastard actually threatened her with the money she cared about most!

"Guanting, how could you trespass into the ancestral hall? This will disturb the ancestors!"

Just then, Song Yuanshan and Gao Yali were also awakened by the noise. Wearing their pajamas and a coat, they rushed over.

Although Song Guanting's expression was cold when he spoke to Meng Tang, he had been restraining himself.

But when facing Song Yuanshan and the others, Song Guanting lifted his eyelids, his gaze cold and devoid of warmth, sweeping over them as if they were dead. It inexplicably made one feel as if a venomous snake was coiled around their lifeline, ready to bite them deadly at any moment.

"With a bunch of scoundrels like you around, the coffin lids of the Song family's ancestors will never be able to be closed."

One sentence was enough to make Song Yuanshan and Gao Yali's faces darken.

Even Meng Tang wanted to give it a thumbs up; this sharp tongue is deadly!

"Song Guanting, stop making trouble. Now that you're back, things are easier. Come with me to the police station right now, sign the mediation agreement, and bring your brother back!"

Song Yuanshan wanted to use his seniority to pressure Song Guanting.

Unfortunately, Song Guanting completely ignored him and didn't even spare him a glance.

"Song Yuanshan, don't think too highly of yourself."

Song Guanting held his young wife firmly in his arms and strode forward, heading straight for the two people blocking his way, without stopping at all.

"Go away."

Gao Yali wanted to say something more: "Guan Ting, we're all family..."

Song Guanting was ruthless and didn't talk much; he kicked out with one foot.

Gao Yali cried out and was kicked to the ground.

Song Yuanshan's face turned ugly. He hurriedly went to help his wife, then turned around and angrily accused her: "Song Guanting, how could you lay a hand on your mother? This is simply outrageous!"

Song Guanting only showed them the back of his head and sneered.

"My mother died a long time ago."

Song Guanting carried Meng Tang all the way out of the old house.

As soon as Assistant Zhou saw the person come out, he immediately opened the car door.

When Meng Tang came out, she realized that it was still dark outside, which meant that not long after she was trapped in the old house, Song Guanting rushed back from France overnight.

For a moment, Meng Tang felt a sudden pause in her heart.

After Song Guanting placed her in the back seat, he did not get in as well.

Meng Tang instinctively grabbed his hand. "Aren't you going home?"

Song Guanting assumed she had been frightened that day, so he placed his fingertip on the corner of her eye, pressing lightly but with a hint of tenderness.

"I will be back soon."

Indeed, Song Guanting rushed to the old house to snatch people and even kicked Gao Yali, so it's time to clean up the mess.

Meng Tang released her hand and, true to her virtuous wife persona, added, "Then be careful. They outnumber you, so don't fight them head-on. If you really can't win, just run."

"Or give me a signal, and I'll call the police to rescue you, arrest them all, and send them to reunite with Song Yixuan. Then they won't have to worry about Song Yixuan crying in the police station."

At times like this, only his little wife could be so carefree as to make such a sarcastic remark.

Only she dared to joke with him like that.

Song Guanting's thin lips curved slightly, and he chuckled briefly.

His fingertips slid down to her soft earlobe and gently pinched it.

"wait for me."

Only after watching Song Guanting's figure disappear from sight did Meng Tang turn her gaze away.

"Have all the business deals in France been finalized?"

Assistant Zhou replied truthfully: "The follow-up coordination work has been handed over to the project director by President Song. After learning about his wife's accident, President Song chartered a plane to rush back without stopping. He hasn't slept for almost a day and a night."

Meng Tang was somewhat surprised.

Song Guanting seemed to care about her more than she had thought.

No, Song Guanting should be concerned about the terms he negotiated with the Song family, not her.

So you see, he didn't stop there and went back to negotiate terms; she was just an afterthought.

*

Song Yuanshan and Gao Yali have already complained to Old Master Song in his bedroom.

“Dad, we just wanted to persuade Guanting not to do anything reckless in front of the ancestral tablets so as not to disturb them, but who knew that Guanting would kick us directly. He probably thinks that I made his wife kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment, and he blames it all on me.”

Gao Yali's face was quite pale as she clutched her stomach and complained to Grandpa Song.

In just a few words, Song Guanting was portrayed as an unreasonable madman who dared to lay a hand on his elders.

Old Master Song was already short of breath, and when he heard that Song Guanting had barged into the ancestral hall and kicked people there, he was so angry that he couldn't breathe.

The servants beside him hurriedly helped him breathe oxygen, saying, "Sir, the doctor said you mustn't get angry, calm down."

After taking a few breaths of oxygen, Grandpa Song's acid reflux subsided.

"Bring that rebellious son to me."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a cold, menacing voice rang out: "Grandpa used this method to force me back, wasn't it just to see me go crazy?"

Song Guanting's tall and imposing figure appeared at the doorway. As he strode in, his cold and sinister gaze swept over Song Yuanshan and Gao Yali to the side.

Gao Yali, in particular, was still in pain from the kick Song Guanting had given her. Although there was some exaggeration involved, the kick was real. She instinctively moved closer to Song Yuanshan, afraid that Song Guanting might lose control and go crazy again.

"How could you lay a hand on Yali in the ancestral hall? She is your elder, after all. This is utterly disrespectful!"

Old Master Song asked, panting heavily.

Song Guanting glanced at him sideways, his eyes full of sarcasm and disdain.

"He's not dead yet, what's the big deal?"

Old Master Song nearly choked on his breath, "You..."

"Dad, please don't be angry. It's just a minor injury. I think Guanting was just worried about his wife, which is why he lost his temper for a moment. I don't blame him."

While seemingly forgiving her, Gao Yali earnestly revealed her true intentions.

“Guanting, I know you’ve never liked me. If I’ve done anything wrong, just tell me and I’ll definitely change. But Yixuan is also your younger brother.”

"He's young and impetuous, and acted rashly for a moment. Luckily, you stopped him in time, and he didn't cause any damage to the company. For the sake of our family, please be lenient and let him off this time."