Before he could even dial, a hand reached out and snatched his phone away.

Mingyu turned around unhappily, but met his wife's cold face and immediately fell silent, embarrassed: "What...what are you doing here?"

"I wouldn't have known if I hadn't come. You need to tip me off." Cheng Shu glanced at her phone, deleted the number, and put it in her bag.

Mingyu watched her movements but didn't dare to reach out and snatch it back. The mention of tipping someone off instantly ignited his anger, and he gritted his teeth: "Are we just going to stand by and watch that scumbag Song Hengjue seduce Yang Qingheng?"

Based on the exchange of glances between the two just now, he wouldn't believe they had an innocent relationship.

Yang Qingheng is such a clueless woman. Her marriage is so good, and the couple has such a good relationship, so why does she have to flirt with other men?

"Even if there were evidence, let alone no evidence, that's their business. Why should you interfere?" Cheng Shu disagreed.

Mingyu was filled with righteous indignation: "Tang Bainian has been my good friend for so many years. If even I lied to him, then what am I?"

"You're an idiot!" Cheng Shu was exasperated. Her husband was alright at managing the company, but when it came to handling relationships, he was a complete idiot. "Do you think Tang Bainian didn't know about this? If Tang Bainian were really capable, he would have intervened last time in the backyard."

The expression on Tang Bainian's face in the backyard last time clearly showed that he knew about the two of them.

Although Cheng Shu knew that the couple's relationship was strange, her intuition told her that she shouldn't interfere.

Not only will he fail to please Tang Bainian, he will also offend Yang Qingheng.

Mingyu's mind was racing, but he still couldn't figure out the intricacies of the situation. He scratched the back of his head, pacing back and forth, unsure if his wife was right.

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you, so just ignore it!" Cheng Shu said irritably.

"What do you mean by 'manage' or 'not manage'?" Yang Qingheng happened to come in and overheard this, so she asked casually.

Mingyu was startled and felt a chill run down his spine. He avoided her gaze and stammered, "N-nothing...it's nothing."

This is like trying to hide something obvious; he's afraid people won't know he's guilty.

"We were talking about the banquet. I told him to take good care of the child, but he won't be able to manage him anyway." Cheng Shu pushed Mingyu aside with disdain and beckoned Yang Qingheng to come in.

Yang Qingheng didn't think much of it and handed her the gift: "I forgot to take the gift from the car, so I asked someone to get it for me."

"I'll thank you on behalf of the baby first," Cheng Shu said affectionately, pulling him towards the outside. "Didn't you say last time that you wanted to meet Mingyu's distant cousin? He's here today too, he's outside. I'll take you to meet him."

"Thank you." Yang Qingheng smiled gratefully. She had heard that Ming Yu had a cousin who was in the export business, and since she might be going to work in overseas markets in the future, she had mentioned that she wanted to get to know him. She didn't expect that Cheng Shu would still remember her after so long.

"Don't mention it, it's nothing troublesome." Cheng Shu chuckled, her gaze sweeping around the banquet hall before settling on a refined-looking man in his fifties in a corner.

"Uncle, what brings you here all by yourself? I've been so busy today, please forgive me for not being a good host." Cheng Shu warmly greeted Yang Qingheng.

The uncle turned around, glanced at Yang Qingheng, and looked at Cheng Shu with a kind expression: "We're all family, let's not talk so distantly."

“In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony,” Cheng Shu said generously, introducing him, “This is my friend Yang Qingheng, whom I told you about before.”

“I’ve heard of you,” the uncle said, taking a closer look at Yang Qingheng. Since she was a friend brought by Cheng Shu, his tone became more friendly. “I’ve always heard Mingyu and Cheng Shu mention you. I didn’t expect you to be so young. Hello, Miss Yang.”

Yang Qingheng was flattered and quickly extended her hand to shake his: "Mr. Zhuo, hello, I've heard so much about you."

"I heard you own a design company and also run a small hotel..." My cousin raised his wine glass.

Yang Qingheng was surprised to find that the man wasn't just being polite, but actually knew her. After he finished speaking, she quickly replied, "Mr. Zhuo, if I remember correctly, my hotel is having an event soon. If you're interested, you can come and take a look." As she spoke, she took out several admission tickets from her bag.

Her uncle became quite interested in her as he watched her speak eloquently.

Seeing that the two were getting along well, Cheng Shu remembered that she still had a lot to do at her family's banquet, so she said goodbye and left.

However, this harmonious atmosphere did not last long before it was interrupted by a woman's voice.

"I was wondering why he looked so familiar from afar. It turns out to be Uncle Zhuo." Qiao Xihe walked over with a middle-aged man beside her.

Yang Qingheng couldn't help but take another look, feeling that he looked somewhat familiar.

"Director Xu." The uncle greeted the visitor politely.

A sudden thought flashed through Yang Qingheng's mind: she had seen this person in the newspaper; he was the mayor of Fuzhou City, Haikou Province.

What brings you to the capital? What's your relationship with Qiao Xihe?

Qiao Xihe held her wine glass, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes: "Mrs. Tang, it's been a long time."

"Long time no see." Yang Qingheng looked at her amused expression, and alarm bells went off in her mind.

After hesitating for a moment, I still didn't leave.

He glanced at Qiao Xihe as if he were looking at her.

She still hasn't figured out what happened when she encountered the kidnappers in the south last time. Although she got some information about the person who hired her from the female kidnapper, the information was too little. Even though the police have taken it very seriously, they still haven't figured it out.

She came to the capital to do business, and in the past, she often competed with others in the business world, offending many people. However, there were not many people who could keep such a secret so well, and the one she suspected the most was Qiao Xihe in front of her.

“I didn’t expect Mr. Zhuo to know Mrs. Tang. It’s perfect, since we’re all acquaintances. Mrs. Tang, you don’t mind if we join your conversation, do you?” Qiao Xihe asked.

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