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

Those standing at the door were dumbfounded, while the people inside the private room were having a blast, and those outside were incredibly embarrassed.

"Why does it look like there are two men and a woman inside?"

"It seems so, isn't that a three-person game?"

"Damn, who's so shameless?"

Jiang Yao noticed this as well. There were indeed two men's voices inside. She recognized one of them as Fu Yanche. Who was the other one?

Song Henian noticed it too, and nudged Jiang Yao with his elbow. The two looked at each other, thinking the same thing.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to disturb them like this? Why don't we wait until they're done before coming?" Jiang Yao said, feeling that she was rambling incoherently.

"Madam Song, that's your daughter inside, that's why you're saying that, isn't it?" someone said.

"There are so many girls named Mianmian, how can you be sure she's my daughter?" Jiang Yao said guiltily.

"Isn't it true? We'll know once we open the door to the private room?" another person interjected.

"Exactly, we'll know once we open the door."

"They were so inconsiderate of the occasion, doing such outrageous things at a birthday banquet, we shouldn't give them any face."

"Alright, stop arguing!" Old Master Fu recognized Fu Yanche's voice and was so angry that his face turned green.

"Grandpa, it looks like that person inside is my cousin." Fu Yanyu said with a gloating expression.

The people inside couldn't hear anything outside; they were completely absorbed in their own world, with sounds coming out in waves.

"Open the door," Old Master Fu said sternly.

The waiter stepped forward and reached out to grasp the doorknob...

Jiang Yao and Song Henian's hearts tightened, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on their foreheads. They were doomed.

The onlookers stared intently at the door of the private room, eagerly awaiting the moment it would open.

The waiter turned the doorknob, pushed it in, and the door opened.

The private room was dimly lit, and the figures of three people intertwined were what came into view.

The person inside seemed to have noticed the commotion at the door and became much more alert.

Upon seeing this, Song Mianmian screamed, pushed the man off her, ran behind the sofa, and crouched down to use the sofa to cover herself.

Someone reached out and pressed the switch, and with a click, the main lights in the private room turned on, instantly illuminating the room.

Fu Yanche quickly picked up his clothes from the ground to cover his private parts, and looked at the door with displeasure. When he saw his grandfather's cold and murderous face, he immediately cowered.

Zhou Yu was also dazed and confused, looking like he hadn't eaten enough. "Mianmian..."

Song Mianmian was hiding behind the sofa, feeling like she wanted to die. Why did this idiot call her?

"My God, Young Master Zhou, Young Master Fu, and... the Song family's daughter."

"Aren't they going for too much of a show?"

"Even if you wanted to, you shouldn't do something like this at Old Master Fu's birthday banquet, right?"

"How shameless! They have no sense of decency!"

People were pointing and whispering about them. Jiang Yao quickly rushed in, picked up the dress from the ground, helped Song Mianmian put it on, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on with the other Young Master Zhou?"

"Mom, Gu Zhihua tricked me. She had us put in the same room," Song Mianmian replied softly, feeling wronged.

"Everyone, please give this old man some face and go back to the banquet hall first." Old Master Fu's face was ugly, and his chest heaved with anger.

Upon hearing Old Master Fu's words, no one dared to linger any longer and turned back to the banquet hall.

Grandpa Fu looked at the people in the private room with disgust. It was smoky and he didn't want to go in; it was bad luck.

His voice was icy cold. "Get dressed and go to the next private room!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the next private room.

When Madam Fu heard what had happened, she rushed over. Seeing her son disheveled and Song Mianmian in this state, she was furious. "How dare you! It's you again! You drugged my son?"

"Mrs. Fu, what are you saying? Look what your son has done to our innocent and pure young lady, Mianmian..."

"Mrs. Song, do you want to see what you're saying? There's only my son in the private room? Are you trying to cling to the Fu family?" Doesn't Mrs. Fu know what Song Mianmian is thinking?

"Waaaaah, Mom~ I don't want to live anymore." Song Mianmian cried.

"Mianmian, don't be like this. I will definitely help you get justice," Jiang Yao comforted her.

In another private room, Mo Yeting received a message from Leng Yan: "Fourth Master, it's all settled. Grandpa Fu wants them to go to the next room."

Mo Yeting replied with a message: 【Bring that woman over.】

After sending the message, he took Gu Zhihua's hand and said, "Wife, let's go see a good show."

"Huh? It's over so quickly?" Gu Zhihua blurted out.

"How long do you think they can last? If it weren't for the drugs, they'd probably only last ten minutes," he said in a deep, seductive voice. "Only your husband lasts a long time, at least an hour. If his wife doesn't tell him to stop, they can go on until dawn."

Gu Zhihua's face immediately flushed. Even though they were an old married couple, this man was too direct.

"Mo Yeting! Can't you be serious for once? I'm asking if the gossipers outside are done yet, not if Fu Yanche and the others are done." Gu Zhihua really wanted to punch him with her little fists.

Mo Yeting gently flicked the tip of her nose. "Okay, okay, no more joking. My wife is shy. Tonight, your husband will personally demonstrate for you."

Gu Zhihua was truly exasperated with this jerk; he was flirting with her all the time. She grabbed Mo Yeting's arm and said, "Let's go watch the fun."

"Okay." Mo Yeting led her to the private room where Old Master Fu was.

Jiang Yao and the others were already inside. Everyone was a little surprised to see the two of them walk in.

When Old Master Fu saw Mo Yeting's distinctive buttons, he knew that Mo Yeting was from a mysterious family, but he didn't say anything. He looked at Mo Yeting and waited for him to speak.

"Mr. Fu, although this is your family matter, my wife is also involved, so you don't mind if we participate, do you?" Mo Yeting was quite polite.

Old Master Fu glanced at Gu Zhihua. He had met her once before and knew she was the true daughter of the Song family. He nodded and said, "Please sit down."

Song Mianmian is now in a terrible state, completely different from when she came to the banquet. Just now she was as glamorous as a peacock, but now her hair is messy, her exquisite makeup is ruined, and her dress is tattered.

When Song Mianmian saw Gu Zhihua, the culprit, a cold glint flashed in her eyes. This bitch had ruined her life. She immediately cried and said aggrievedly, "Dad, Mom, it's all Gu Zhihua's fault. She hates me, so she pushed me into the private room and made me the laughingstock of everyone."

"Is that really the case? Or are you reaping what you sowed?" Gu Zhihua no longer showed any of her previous forbearance. Although she was smiling, she exuded an invisible pressure.