This means that she will be given control of the household affairs.

Although Tang's parents are retired, the friends who come are all prominent figures. Not only can they receive a considerable amount of money as a gift, but they can also get to know influential uncles and elders. If other people's daughters-in-law received such high regard from their parents-in-law, they would be overwhelmed with gratitude.

However, Yang Qingheng knew perfectly well that she was just putting on an act with Tang Bainian, and she felt only panic, not excitement.

“Mom, didn’t you just say that Xiaoxiao should start dating soon? I think it’s good to give her this opportunity and let her develop her abilities so that she doesn’t stay childish. I can just assist her from the side.”

He sent a pleading look to Mu Xiaoxiao.

The pressure seemed to fall from the sky, making Mu Xiaoxiao's scalp tingle, but she still gritted her teeth and pretended to be happy: "Yes, Mom, my sister-in-law is busy preparing for a business exchange meeting in a while, she's so busy she doesn't have time to rest, I'll do it."

"Shut up." Mu Huihe glanced at him.

Mu Xiaoxiao shut up and sent Yang Qingheng a helpless expression.

“It’s just a birthday party, nothing too big. How much time can it take you? Xiaoxiao can’t go; she has other plans.” Mu Huihe insisted.

The old man knew what his wife was planning, so he put down his chopsticks and agreed: "Qingheng, just listen to your mother. Having more friends means having more options. If your company ever needs these relatives, it will be easier to talk to them, and you won't have to beg outsiders."

Yang Qingheng dug her fingers into her palms under the table, feeling a slight pain. She forced a smile and said, "Dad, I think..."

“I think Mom and Dad are right, Qingheng. Thank you for your help with this banquet.” Tang Bainian patted the back of her hand, interrupting her.

Yang Qingheng was taken aback, glanced at him, and shut her mouth.

After the meal, the two got into the car.

Yang Qingheng asked, "Tang Bainian, I shouldn't have interfered in your family's affairs."

We agreed to get a divorce, but we're still seeing each other now. What if we run into those relatives again after the divorce? It'll be so awkward.

Tang Bainian gripped the steering wheel, most of his face hidden in shadow, his emotions unreadable, but his voice was as gentle as ever: "I have to hand over an important project in the city for a while, and I don't have time. If I keep making excuses, my parents will get suspicious. I'm sorry, I really have to trouble you this time."

"Never mind, it's not a big deal." Yang Qingheng sighed, unable to bear seeing him begging.

She did happen to want to make some connections, and it would be great if she could build up a few connections this time.

Instead of going straight home, the car drove to the company.

Yang Qingheng opened the car door and got out, nodding to Tang Bainian inside: "I'm going upstairs to get a document, I'll be right back, you can wait here."

After saying that, he strode upstairs.

"Mr. Yang."

"Hello, Mr. Yang."

The company hadn't closed yet, and people coming and going greeted her. Yang Qingheng returned their greetings one by one, but she felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if something was off.

"Qingheng!" Sun Rong shouted and ran towards them, appearing unusually flustered despite her usual composure.

Yang Qingheng's lips tightened: "What's wrong?"

Sun Rong glared at the group of people looking in their direction, then pulled her upstairs and strode towards the office. Only after closing the office door did she grit her teeth and say, "I wonder which bastard did this." She reached into her bag and pulled out a bunch of scraps of paper.

The portrait was painted, and although it wasn't very detailed, you could still vaguely make out that it was her.

The woman in the painting was voluptuous and made a strange pose. Yang Qingheng knew about this; she had seen it on the ground on the highway during a crackdown on prostitution in the red-light district a while ago. It was a small statue used to solicit customers.

Tsk, no wonder those people downstairs were giving me strange looks.

Yang Qingheng picked up the small portrait and examined it carefully, then said with some disdain, "Who drew this? I could draw it better with my feet."

"Is this the time to be thinking about this?!" Sun Rong was furious. Seeing that she was still in the mood to joke around, she was so anxious that she jumped up and down. "Which bastard of eighteen generations actually did this kind of thing? If I find out, I will definitely teach him a lesson."

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a hint of his former savagery, which would shock his subordinates outside. They were astonished to learn that Secretary Sun, who was usually very image-conscious, had this side to her.

"What's the use of getting angry?" Yang Qingheng took out the document she wanted from the drawer. "Have you found out where this card came from?"

"I asked the cleaning staff, and they said someone put it in the toilet, and then stuffed it on the table outside. They found it when they came, but no one saw who brought it," Sun Rong said.

"What are the security guards good for?" Yang Qingheng said disdainfully, waving her hand. "Let's call the police."

Tang Bainian saw Yang Qingheng coming downstairs and considerately opened the car door for her: "Why do you look like that? Is something bothering you?"