Best friend turned enemy? Marrying the villain, if she runs, I'll run too.

Although money is the ultimate authority, Meng Tang felt somewhat embarrassed and looked troubled.

"It's not good to always be in the car... well, it must be hard for the driver to clean up too."

Song Guanting's chin was resting on her shoulder, but when he heard this, he looked up at her, his dark eyes carrying a hint of strangeness.

Shul gave a brief laugh, a laugh tinged with sarcasm.

"It means sleep literally."

His cool fingertips landed on the corner of her eye, playfully pressing it down, then he moved closer, his deep black eyes seeming to see into the depths of her soul in an instant.

"I know you're attracted to my body, but when you're out there, you shouldn't let your mind wander too much."

Realizing she had misunderstood the other person's words, Meng Tang blushed, not with embarrassment, but with anger.

"What are you laughing at? You're the one whose head is full of paint!"

Even a pushover has a temper. If it weren't for his generous spending, she would have punched his infuriatingly ugly face.

Still laughing!

Meng Tang struggled fiercely in Song Guanting's arms like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"do not move."

But the man's arms were like an impenetrable wall; not only could she not break free, but she also ended up sweating profusely.

Meng Tang declared vehemently, "It's not that President Song thinks I'm a pervert, fine then, from today onwards, don't touch me. Let's draw a line, and whoever crosses it is a pig!"

The young wife was not very tall, but she had an unusually fiery temper.

Even the Song family members didn't dare to yell at him like that.

This is all because he spoiled him.

However, Song Guanting liked to see her acting so lively and energetic, like the most beautiful butterfly trapped in a glass jar.

All her beauty and all her graceful dance moves could only be seen by him.

Song Guanting held him tightly with one hand to prevent him from breaking free, and picked up his phone with the other hand, tapping it with his fingertip.

"Alipay payment received, 100,000 yuan."

Song Guanting succinctly replied: "Apologize."

It has to be said that although the sugar daddy often acts superior, he always manages to find the right trick and spend money to win her forgiveness whenever he upsets her.

This trick never fails; after all, Meng Tang is a money-grubbing freak.

"I'll reluctantly give you a chance to reform."

The pleasant sound of money entering the account made Meng Tang stop struggling and obediently snuggle into Song Guanting's arms.

Song Guanting said it was literally "sleep," and it really was literally "sleep."

He held her in this strange posture, his chin resting on her shoulder, lightly, while his breathing gradually calmed.

Meng Tang glanced up with some difficulty.

Song Guanting had very long eyelashes, thick and long, casting a dark shadow on his eyelids.

The slightly upturned corners of the eyes create a captivating "peach blossom eye" shape.

At this moment, he closed his eyes, concealing the frost within them, thus losing the usual aloof and unapproachable aura.

With a high nose bridge and thin, slightly red lips, she slept peacefully, which added to her adorable appearance.

Did she really fall asleep like that?

Is there something wrong with him? Does he have to hold her to fall asleep?

It wasn't that Meng Tang was overthinking things, but rather that every time she shared a bed with Song Guanting, even if they didn't do anything, Song Guanting would hold her while they slept.

This always gave Meng Tang the feeling that she was a human-shaped body pillow.

The car has been parked at Genting Huafu for a while now.

However, Meng Tang specifically asked the driver not to wake Song Guanting, since her sugar daddy worked hard to earn money outside, and a portion of it was for her to spend.

To make a horse run fast, you need to feed it grass at the right time.

Meng Tang grasped this simple and easy-to-understand principle with ease.

Meng Tang originally wanted Song Guanting to sleep for another ten minutes or so, but as she waited, she, who hadn't slept for almost a whole night, unknowingly turned her head and fell asleep.

When Song Guanting opened his eyes again, he saw his wife's pretty face, nestled in his arms. Her small, oval face was soft and peaceful, and she was sleeping soundly without any guard.

He moved gently, wrapping her in his cloak before carrying her out of the car.

*

In her dazed state, Meng Tang heard what sounded like someone talking.

She tried to open her eyes, but found her eyelids were too heavy to open, and her mind was also foggy.

"38.7 degrees Celsius. Madam's high fever is probably caused by cold entering her body. Let's give her two IV drips. If the fever goes down today, then it's nothing serious."

The family doctor was hurriedly summoned to Genting Huafu early in the morning.

Faced with President Song's gloomy face, the family doctor didn't dare to utter a sound.

Song Guanting's gaze remained fixed on Meng Tang, and upon hearing the family doctor's words, he merely gave a curt "hmm."

"Be gentle when giving her the injection; she's afraid of pain."

Song Guanting only spoke when the family doctor was preparing to administer the injection.

Meng Tang woke up while receiving acupuncture. She was afraid of needles, but before she could even see what was on the back of her hand, a long, slender, jade-like hand had already covered her eyes.

"Don't move, you have a fever and need an IV drip."

Meng Tang's vision went black again. Her mind was still hazy from sleep, and she just blinked twice as Song Guanting covered her eyes.

Thick eyelashes, like a small brush, gently brushed up and down Song Guanting's palm.

Like a cat's paw, it inadvertently scratched at my heart.

Meng Tang instinctively pulled her hand away when she felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand.

But his wrist was held captive and he couldn't move it. Fortunately, the stinging pain was short-lived and the needle was quickly inserted.

Song Guanting then moved his hand away, and Meng Tang squinted her almond-shaped eyes uncomfortably as she regained her sight.

She opened her mouth, but found it difficult to make a sound. She could only purse her dry lips with difficulty.

Song Guanting, as if he could read her mind, turned around, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it to her lips.

Meng Tang reached out to take it, but Song Guanting wouldn't let her move.

"Don't move around while the IV is on, it can cause blood to flow back up."

Meng Tang obediently said "okay" and drank water from Song Guanting's hand.

She was very thirsty, but Song Guanting didn't let her drink too much at once, telling her to sip it slowly to avoid choking.

After finishing the drink, Meng Tang slowly regained her senses and belatedly realized what had happened.

She had an injection in her left hand, but not in her right, so she could drink water on her own.

"Sir, the millet porridge is ready."

The servant knocked on the door and came in.

Song Guanting took the bowl and said, "The doctor said you have a fever and can't eat too much oily food. Drink the porridge first, then take a nap. Once the fever goes down, you'll be fine."

When Meng Tang saw the thin, watery porridge, and considering that she had a fever, she couldn't feel hungry at all.

"I don't want to eat, I have no appetite."

Song Guanting's attitude was firm: "No."

When a person is sick, their emotions are inevitably more vulnerable than usual.

Meng Tang blinked, and immediately a pool of tears welled up in her eyes, shimmering and uncertain, making her look incredibly pitiful.

"You're mean to me!"