At Qian Lingyou’s Mansion.

Qian Lingyou sat on the main seat with a cold face, facing Tang Family standing in a row and trying to please him.

The family of four was different in age, but their expressions and posture were the same, with nothing but greed in their eyes.

Mrs. Tang was pushed forward as she licked her lips, "Young Master Qian, you also hear the call. We have said according to your instructions. Can we calculate the labor fee?"

Yes, Qian Lingyou spent money asking them to put on an act. He wanted to use filial piety to force Tang Xiaoxiao to submit obediently. Unexpectedly, these people did not need to be taught and began to play on their own, even doing very well.

"You still want money! Look at your good daughter. She is so greedy. How can she be the matriarch of our family?" Meiying said excitedly.

She was so angry. Scolding Qian Lingyou made her more upset than scolding her.

In Meiying's heart, Qian Lingyou was her god. How could her god be tainted by these common people?

"Miss Meiying, you can't say that," Mrs. Tang was a little unhappy when scolded by a little girl.

"Our Xiaoxiao is a top and good-looking student. Why can't she marry your young master? Moreover, love is about willingness. I don't think it's a problem."

"Willingness? If not for Tang Xiaoxiao and Nan..."

"Meiying," Qian Lingyou glared at Meiying unhappily. The cold light in his eyes made Meiying shiver.

Meiying immediately lowered her head and took a few steps back. But her lowered eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger.

Why! Why?

Why was her life so hard?

Qian Lingyou did not notice Meiying's deep resentment. Or rather, he cared about it from the start.

He put down the teacup and slowly stood up from the sofa, walking over to Mrs. Tang.

"You want your son to stand out?"

"Ah," Mrs. Tang paused, with a brighter smile on her old face, "Isn't his success just a matter of your words?"

"You are right," Qian Lingyou nodded and seemed to be satisfied with her attitude. Then, he smiled, "But I don't like being threatened."

"Your daughter has successfully provoked me. What do you think we should do?"

"We will do what you say," Mrs. Tang continued to smile, not in the least bit upset that her daughter would be bullied.

"Heh."

"Alright, since you don't want to say it, I'll say it," Qian Lingyou seemed to be happy and even smiled.

Qian Lingyou laughed, and they naturally had to laugh along.

As a result, the entire room echoed with Tang Family's strange, flattering, and fake laughter.

Bang—

A loud noise interrupted their laughter. They watched as Qian Lingyou blew at the still-smoking muzzle, so they all fell into silence.

Especially Mrs. Tang. Although scolding Tang Xiaoxiao with all her might, she could just make an empty show of strength. If she met anyone stronger than her, she would immediately become timid.

Not to mention someone with guns!

"Qian, Young Master Qian. Don't do this. This, this is not good," Mr. Tang was sweating profusely as someone pointed a gun at his head.

"It is not good. But if you make me feel bad again, I will let your whole family experience what is bad."

Tang Family, "!!!"

"Yes, I like your daughter, and I don't mind spending money to get closer to her. After all, picking up a girl requires money. But I won't marry her."

"But Xiaoxiao said..." Mrs. Tang struggled.

"I don't care what she says. Are you her mother or Is she yours?" Qian Lingyou said indifferently, revealing a mouthful of silver teeth.

"In any case, I will only give you three days. If I can't see Tang Xiaoxiao lying on the bed waiting for me within three days, then I will..."

"You like your son, right? Do you want your son to become successful? There are many ways. It's not like you can't earn money if you make a weird work of art in foreign countries..."

Qian Lingyou smiled meaningfully.

Ever since being rejected by Zhuang Momo and Tang Xiaoxiao, he seemed to have released his nature and gone further and further as a perverted villain.

...

When Qian Lingyou tried his best to harm others, Zhuang Mengmeng was not idle either.

As soon as she returned to the company, she began to interview her artists and tried to regain some face from a group of men to prove she was more charming than Zhuang Momo.

However, after seeing Lan Mu's beautiful face, she only felt useless when she looked at most of these ordinary men.

They couldn't catch her attention.

After chatting for a while, she threw them to Ah Can, stayed in her office, and watched soap operas online.

Thus, when Ye Qinghe arrived, what greeted her was this mess.

"Zhuang Mengmeng! What are you doing!"

Ye Qinghe, who had almost tripped over the banana peel, roared angrily.

Hearing her voice, Zhuang Mengmeng reluctantly pressed the pause button on the TV series. She sat up, casually picked up a document, and placed it in front of her.

"I'm working."

"Working?"

"Can you turn off your video, wipe off the saliva mark on your mouth, and then say this!" Ye Qinghe was so angry that her liver hurt.

She was not afraid of a powerful opponent but a useless teammate.

She had just improved Lord's impression of Zhuang Mengmeng, saying how responsible and motivated she was. But what about her?

What did it feel like to make her hard work in vain?

Ye Qinghe expressed she wanted to hit someone.

Being caught in such a straightforward manner, Zhuang Mengmeng twitched the corners of her mouth helplessly and put away her TV series and snacks.

Although her actions were cooperative, there was no respect in her tone.

"I'm the boss, not a worker. If I have to do everything, why would I hire so many employees? Besides, I have Ah Can here. I don't understand much. What if I cause more trouble?"

Yes, Zhuang Mengmeng was very lazy.

"You can learn if you don't understand!" Ye Qinghe could not help but knock on the table.

"Because Ah Can is here, you can't let your guard down. You should show your ability! Ah Can is Lord Ye's confidant, but he is not one of my people. He won't take the initiative to say good things about you."

"But I think Grandpa likes me very much. Do I need to find someone to put in a good word for me? Don't you think Ah Can is silly? He always wants to give money to others. I opened the company to earn money."

To express her dissatisfaction, Zhuang Mengmeng even took out the plan he had made.

When Ye Qinghe saw it was filled with unreasonable contents, who knew how much effort she had put in to stop herself from directly smearing it on Zhuang Mengmeng's face.

"Is this your plan?"

"Am I not good?"

"Isn't it a bit too little to draw 80%? Why don't I change it to 1 to 9?" Zhuang Mengmeng asked humbly.

Ye Qinghe supported her chest with one hand and used two fingers to pick up Zhuang Mengmeng's plan. Without hesitation, she threw it into the shredder.

Zhuang Mengmeng,"!!!"

"Do it again."

"Why?"

"Why? Because I am smarter than you—is it enough?" Ye Qinghe sneered. As she spoke, she pulled out a chair and sat down at the side.

Zhuang Mengmeng's face was flushed red, and the anger in her eyes could not be concealed.

"I am helping you. If you are not registered in the genealogy, your identity is not justified and you are not qualified to enter the Ye Group and inherit Ye Family. I don't know why Lord wants you to open an entertainment company and be neighbors with Zhuang Momo. But he is not a fool. For yourself, you must be better than her," Ye Qinghe said indifferently and stuffed a thick stack of files into Zhuang Mengmeng's hands.

"Read them before you get off work. Ask me if there's anything you don't know."

"So much?"

"Who asked you to be more stupid than Zhuang Momo!" Ye Qinghe deliberately provoked her.

"You..."

Zhuang Momo, Zhuang Momo, it was Zhuang Momo again!

Zhuang Mengmeng was so suffocated that her blood was boiling as she was about to explode.

She stared at the files for a long time without saying anything. After a long silence, a sly smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"What if Zhuang Momo dies?"

"What did you say?" Ye Qinghe frowned in shock at the strange expression on her face.

"She is troublesome and blocks our ways. Why doesn't she just die? If she dies, won't everything be solved? After all, dead people can't talk."

"You have a plan?"

"Of course."

In the evening, Ye Qinghe left Qingyun Entertainment with satisfaction.

Looking at the Bishi Company not far away, she suddenly felt a trace of pity for Zhuang Momo. Perhaps, this was fate?

Someone wanted to get rid of her even without her instructions.

The setting sun dyed Ye Qinghe's eyes red, igniting her anticipation.

Zhuang Momo, you see. Many people wanted you to die!

...

"'Boss, bad news!"

Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted, causing Xu Liancheng's brows to be tainted with hostility.

"What's wrong?"

When he raised his head and saw that the person who spoke was Bill, he was surprised.

Although his assistant was usually tricking him, his brain should be fine. He was rarely shocked like this.

"Young Madam brought a man home."

Bill stood at the door and said, ready to run away at all times.

When the boss and his wife fought, he suffered every time. And this time, he had to run away first.

"What?"

"Say it again?"

"I can say it a hundred times, but the question is, are you sure you want to hear it?" Bill thought. Then he answered fast, "It seems to be an artist she just recruited today. Because there is no place to live, for the time being, Madam let him live at home."

"And then?" A chill spread through Xu Liancheng's entire body.

"Then, the man is very handsome. He is about 180 centimeters tall with a nice name, Lan Mu. It is said that he is the only son of a tribal chief overseas."

"The tribal chief's son?"

What kind of weird setting was this? Xu Liancheng had an ominous premonition.

"Well, the most important thing is that he is as handsome as you are. Moreover, he is the child of Mr. Ouyang's good friend. Mr. Ouyang called for him, so I think you can't drive him away," Bill bit the bullet, said these, and took a step back.

Sure enough, when he heard the word Ouyang, Xu Liancheng's face darkened.

He was so angry!

Other men had a good relationship with their fathers-in-law! How could his father-in-law like to play tricks so much?