"Dad, shut up. My cousin's wife has just arrived in Beijing and hasn't settled in yet," Mu Song interjected.

The uncle was even more disdainful now, and he looked at Yang Qingheng with disdain: "In a short time? She's been here for five years. I heard you're still showing your face in public. Since you don't have the ability, you should stay at home, have a child, be a good wife and mother, and continue the Tang family line."

The two of them sang in unison, and the relatives around them all looked over, their gazes towards Yang Qingheng becoming increasingly strange.

Yang Qingheng said calmly, pointing out the window: "Whether the hotel I booked is worthy of this birthday banquet or not, you'll know once you see it."

The bus slowly came to a stop, and everyone looked outside, only to be taken aback.

"This...this is the hotel you booked?" The uncle was speechless.

Yang Qingheng glanced at the two of them with a half-smile, then helped Mu Huihe out of the car by the arm.

"It's actually the Anxi Hotel!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, marveling at the fact that Yang Qingheng had the ability to book the best hotel in the capital, a hotel that the director's family had been unable to book even a short time ago.

"Just now, Mu Song said he would recommend a hotel to someone. I thought Qing Heng was serious, but now it seems she was just teasing him. The father and son actually took it seriously." Someone laughed out loud. The two hotels were simply not in the same league.

These words were like a slap in the face to the father and son, silencing them both.

Unable to bear the atmosphere, Mu Song pushed through the crowd, got out of the car, and strode after him.

The elegant environment inside is truly admirable.

Yang Qingheng led them inside to sit down, politely and considerately saying, "The banquet hasn't started yet, so please have something to eat and chat first. I'll go out and see if the other guests have arrived."

As he was about to head outside, someone rushed in from outside.

"What's wrong?" Yang Qingheng frowned.

The man whispered a few words in her ear, and Yang Qingheng's expression changed. She then headed outside.

Outside.

A group of guests had already arrived, all holding invitations, and some were communicating with the gatekeeper.

“We really are here for the banquet today. Look, we even brought our invitations. How could there be any mistake…”

"Pah! I bet you're just here to freeload. Who knows where you got your invitations from?" The doorman stood firmly in front of the door. He'd been in this hotel for years and had seen all sorts of people. Just a few days ago, a few reporters with invitations had sneaked in. If the staff hadn't caught them early, he would have been fired long ago.

I feel so horrified when I think about it now!

"You little brat, you don't know anything. Let your manager come out and talk to me." The man laughed angrily.

The people behind complained bitterly.

"What's wrong with this daughter-in-law of the Tang family? She hasn't even made any hotel arrangements."

"It's normal that people from the countryside don't understand."

"This is a disgrace to the Tang family. We're not going. This Tang family is outrageous." These were people of some standing, and they had never suffered such humiliation. They waved their hands and were about to leave.

The commotion outside was quite loud, and the people inside couldn't sit still any longer, so they all came out to see what was happening.

The uncle never expected that he would see such a good show when he just came out for some fresh air. He almost burst out laughing: "I was wondering how someone from the countryside could know all this. It turns out it was all a lie."

“Even if my cousin-in-law booked a shabby hotel, we could accept it. How could she deceive us? Isn’t she deliberately making us, a group of relatives, lose face because of her?” Mu Song sighed, his few words igniting a firecracker.

The scene became even more chaotic. Seeing the mess and the dark faces of the guests, Mu Huihe almost fainted from anger.

The Tang family is about to become the subject of gossip.

But knowing Yang Qingheng's character well, he knew she shouldn't do such a thing, so he looked at her.

Yang Qingheng patted the back of her hand to comfort her. Her clear voice was like spring water hitting pebbles, which inexplicably calmed people down: "What happened today was really unexpected and disturbed everyone's mood. I apologize to everyone first, but things are not as you think. I did communicate with the hotel before holding the banquet here. Give me half an hour, and I will definitely resolve it."

After watching the commotion from outside, Qiao Xihe spoke calmly: "Miss Yang, what are you saying? I reserved this banquet hall first. You're going to resolve this? How are you going to resolve it?"

She strode over with a group of people, nodded to Mu Huihe and Tang opposite her, and said, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

Yang Qingheng frowned.

A manager rushed out and nodded slightly to Mu Xihe before saying, "Miss Qiao is right. She did book this hotel with me. But you? I've never seen you before. Did you manage to sneak in through some means?"

He instructed the person in charge behind him, "Xiao Li, quickly go and take inventory of the items in the banquet hall, making sure no one takes anything."

The group of guests behind Mu Huihe were all visibly insulted upon hearing this.