Baby! Be good! Don't be afraid! Your husband isn't a wild animal!

"Want to have some fun? She's a wild girl, she loves looking for thrills," Song Mianmian said with a smile.

"Really? You're not kidding me, are you? Doesn't she have a boyfriend?" Zhou Yu asked with some doubt.

"She's a distant relative of mine. Her family is very poor, and she just wants to make money. Is that man as rich as you? Young Master Zhou, you wouldn't be that insecure, would you?" Song Mianmian used reverse psychology.

"Hmph! I have plenty of money," Zhou Yu said dismissively.

"If Young Master Zhou is interested, I'll send her over to you later, in a private room. That'll be more exciting." A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Song Mianmian's eyes.

"Oh? Sure, I love excitement." Zhou Yu couldn't wait; he was already itching to get started, his throat was already dry.

Song Mianmian leaned closer and whispered, "Later..."

"Haha, okay, I'll wait in room 102." Zhou Yu didn't expect to receive such treatment. After glancing at Gu Zhihua, he turned and left, heading towards the private room.

"Honey, you eat here first, I'm going to the restroom." Mo Yeting found an opportunity to leave.

He had everything under control. If he didn't leave, how could Song Mianmian have the opportunity to frame Gu Zhihua?

"Okay." Gu Zhihua nodded.

"Wife, if Song Mianmian comes looking for you, just go along with her," Mo Yeting said meaningfully.

Gu Zhihua knew that her husband had ulterior motives for bringing her here tonight, and she wanted to see what he was really up to.

really.

Seeing him leave, Song Mianmian immediately walked towards Gu Zhihua, "Little sister~ I didn't expect you to come to Grandpa Fu's birthday banquet too."

"Stop pretending to be sisters, there's no one else here," Gu Zhihua sneered.

"I have a secret about you, do you want to hear it?" Song Mianmian was just trying to fool her. There was no secret at all; she just wanted to lure her to the private room.

"Oh? What secrets do I have that I don't know?" Gu Zhihua asked, following her words.

"There are too many people here, it's not convenient to talk. If you want to know, come with me." After saying that, Song Mianmian didn't give her a chance to answer and turned to leave.

Gu Zhihua remembered her husband's words, stood up, and then, as if remembering something, secretly turned on the video recording function on her phone, put it back in her bag, and followed him.

Song Mianmian knew she had followed, and a hint of triumph flashed in her eyes. This woman was still so stupid; she could push her into the abyss without even having to lift a finger.

Fu Yanche, who was not far away, saw them walking towards the private room one after the other. He was very curious, so he greeted his friend and secretly followed them.

Song Mianmian walked all the way to the door of VIP room 102 before stopping. Gu Zhihua did not come forward and kept a distance of about one meter from her.

"Just say what you have to say, there's no one else here," Gu Zhihua said.

Song Mianmian thought to herself, "That's about right. I can just pull her into the private room later."

She tried to step forward, but Gu Zhihua took several steps back. "What tricks are you trying to pull?"

"Why are you backing away? What are you so afraid of?" Song Mianmian saw that she was quite wary and was far away from room 102, so she didn't dare to go forward, afraid that she would run away.

"How could I not be wary of someone as ruthless as you? The night I left the Song family, you sent assassins to kill me," Gu Zhihua said.

"Hmph! So you're not stupid after all? Too bad you're lucky I didn't kill you." Song Mianmian stopped pretending. There was no one else around, so she wasn't afraid to tell the truth.

"So, ever since I returned to the Song family, you've been plotting against me, deliberately falling down in front of everyone, and doing all sorts of dirty tricks to frame me, all in an attempt to drive me away, right?" Gu Zhihua continued.

"So what? The Song family can only have one daughter. If you come back, you will take my place and my fiancé. As it turns out, that's true. Fu Yanche has already fallen for you. However, your parents only love and believe in me. You are superfluous." Song Mianmian revealed a smug smile. She liked to destroy people's hearts. The family affection she longed for was destroyed by her.

"Heh~ Congratulations, this has allowed me to see people's true colors and also led me to my true love." Gu Zhihua remained calm, her beautiful eyes showing no sadness, but rather a radiant happiness when she thought of Mo Yeting.

Seeing her like this, Song Mianmian was a little exasperated. "Don't act like you don't care and are calm. I hate it when you act like this. You're clearly very sad, but you pretend not to care."

Fu Yanche was eavesdropping at the corner and heard everything. He was about to walk over when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck, his vision went black, and he fainted.

"Sad? Not at all," Gu Zhihua smiled. "You brought me here just to talk about this? If there's nothing else, I'm not going to keep you company."

"You still want to leave? You're still so stupid. I told you to come along, and you did. You deserve to die a thousand times over with an IQ like that. Tonight, I'm going to ruin your reputation at the birthday banquet!" With that, she quickly stepped forward, grabbed Gu Zhihua's wrist, and revealed an ugly expression on her face.

Gu Zhihua was neither afraid nor made any move. Instead, she stood calmly in place, coldly watching her.

She knew that Mo Yeting would never put himself in danger; he must have already made arrangements before letting her go with Song Mianmian.

"Aren't you afraid?" Song Mianmian was dumbfounded when she saw her calm demeanor.

"Why should I be afraid? What other tricks can you pull?" Gu Zhihua smiled contemptuously.

She held a white pill in her hand. "Do you know what this is? If you take this, you'll be the number one slut in Kyoto!"

"Oh? Such good stuff, of course it's for you to eat." With that, Gu Zhihua grabbed her hand, snatched the pill, and forced it into her mouth, her chin held captive. She instinctively swallowed it…

When Song Mianmian realized what was happening, she tried to gag herself, but Gu Zhihua restrained her. Her struggles were futile.

Gu Zhihua's self-defense training with Mo Yeting these past few days wasn't just for show; she can now easily handle an adult man, and dealing with a delicate young lady like Song Mianmian would be more than enough.

"Wife~" A familiar voice came from behind.

Gu Zhihua kicked Song Mianmian in the stomach, and she fell to the ground.

Leng Yan was dumbfounded. The young mistress could handle Song Mianmian without him having to lift a finger. Sure enough, after spending so much time with the Fourth Master, she was starting to resemble him. How cool!

She turned around and said, "Honey, you're here."

Leng Yan was following behind Mo Yeting, supporting Fu Yanche.

"Him?" Gu Zhihua asked, puzzled.

"This scoundrel is unlucky to have met Song Mianmian," Mo Yeting said, showing no mercy to his rival in love.

"What are you doing? What did you do to A-Che?" Song Mianmian paused for a moment, then slowly stood up, leaning against the wall. They had knocked Fu Yanche unconscious. How would she carry out her plan now?