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

Song Guanting sat at his desk, with a computer in front of him that had several small screens.

The head of the planning department was reporting on the work when suddenly a soft, sweet voice, like a sticky candy, echoed throughout the entire online meeting.

Everyone heard it clearly.

Husband?

Feeling sticky all over?

bath?

What indecent words! Such private life—do you think your subordinates can hear about it without paying?

Wait, Mr. Song got married?

When did it happen?

And I've never seen President Song wear a wedding ring before.

The gazes of all the executives involuntarily shifted to Song Guanting's left hand, where his ring finger was indeed bare.

Could it be... a kept mistress?

It's normal for them to call each other husband and wife in private. I never expected that President Song, who seemed as unattainable as a high mountain flower, would actually be so promiscuous!

Song Guanting shifted his gaze from the computer to Meng Tang.

Seeing that she was only wearing a silk slip dress, with her long, straight, and snow-white legs exposed to the air, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

He ran around outside wearing only a thin shirt as soon as his high fever subsided.

What nonsense.

"No."

Song Guanting's attitude was very firm, and he had no intention of indulging her on this point.

He glanced down at his watch; it was almost lunchtime. "Take your medicine first."

Meng Tang ran over and pounced on Song Guanting.

She plopped down on Song Guanting's lap, and at the same time stretched out a pair of soft, snow-white hands to place on the back of his neck.

"If you don't let me wash, I'll give you my cold!"

Meng Tang made a fierce threat and put it into practice by leaning in and randomly kissing Song Guanting's lips.

Mouth-to-mouth transmission!

100% chance of getting infected!

Song Guanting leaned back against the chair, holding her slender waist with one hand to prevent her from falling.

His other hand reached for the desk, but Meng Tang leaned in to kiss him, blocking his view. He missed twice before finally touching the computer.

During the video conference, under the stunned gaze of all the senior executives, he calmly closed his laptop.

There was a snap.

Meng Tang happened to notice out of the corner of her eye that the notebook was closed the moment it was closed.

She immediately stopped her indiscriminate kissing, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

My neck was very stiff, and I turned it little by little.

"What...what were you doing just now?"

Song Guanting replied calmly, "Video conference."

Meng Tang's mind went blank, and for a moment she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet.

"Then, when I came in, the meeting should have... been over, right?"

Song Guanting raised an eyebrow slightly. "The planning department is giving a report."

A chorus of screaming chickens roared in Meng Tang's mind.

She covered her face in utter shame, frantically trying to get off Song Guanting.

"Why didn't you remind me! Song Guanting, you're absolutely wicked!"

Song Guanting showed no remorse and retorted, "Mrs. Song, did you give me a chance to speak?"

She pounced on him, clung to him, and showered him with kisses.

"I'm not talking to you anymore! Don't you dare cross this 38th parallel!"

Enraged, Meng Tang drew a line in the air to express her anger.

But Song Guanting had no intention of letting her run away. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, then swept them across his knees and picked her up.

As her body was suspended in mid-air, Meng Tang instinctively wrapped her arms around the back of Song Guanting's neck.

After regaining her senses, she kicked her snow-white feet hard again.

"What are you doing? Put me down!"

Song Guanting let her fuss over her, steadily carrying her and striding forward, saying, "Who told you to come out dressed so scantily?"

"Mind your own business! I'm too ashamed to show my face in public anyway!"

It would have been better if Song Guanting hadn't mentioned it, because it reminded Meng Tang of the fact that she was wearing a sexy slip dress and so many people had seen her. She was so angry she wanted to die!

"did not see it."

If he had seen it, Song Guanting would have unplugged the computer long ago. Meng Tang was sitting on his lap at a higher position, so the camera only showed part of her back.

He blocked most of it with his hand, mainly because he heard the sound.

Fortunately, Meng Tang was an optimist. After confirming that the executives hadn't seen much of it, she reluctantly comforted herself, thinking that she had been eaten by a pig.

Then he started thinking about taking a bath.

"I'll just take a quick sip, three minutes, I guarantee I'll be out in three minutes, okay?"

Meng Tang is clean and especially dislikes feeling sticky.

Even when she's in bed with Song Guanting and feels completely exhausted, she'll ask him to carry her to take a bath, otherwise she won't be able to sleep.

I thought Song Guanting would refuse again, but to my surprise, he went into the bathroom first.

Then he raised his hand and said, "Come in."

Meng Tang's eyes lit up, thinking he had agreed, and she happily ran over.

"I want to take a shower, why aren't you coming out?"

Song Guanting took the towel. "It can only be used for wiping, not for washing."

Meng Tang asked incredulously, "You want me to wipe it dry?"

"I'll help you."

Meng Tang: "...Then I should thank you?"

Song Guanting: "It was just a small favor."

Your mother***

"I'll wipe it myself."

Meng Tang was hesitant and awkward.

Song Guanting raised an eyebrow, "Is there any part of your body I haven't seen?"

Meng Tang: "..."

If I keep talking, my account will be banned!

Song Guanting said he would help her wipe it, and he actually did it himself.

The young wife's skin was snow-white and smooth, like the finest silk.

Song Guanting initially came to keep an eye on her to prevent her from secretly taking a bath behind his back.

But as you keep wiping it, it starts to change.

Having slept together so many times, Meng Tang soon sensed that Song Guanting's breathing had become heavier and his eyes had deepened, revealing an uncontrollable lust.

Meng Tang's eyes flickered, a teasing glint in them.

"Mr. Song, you must be feeling very unwell."

"But what can I do? I have a cold. Would President Song be so heartless as to make a move on a sick person?"

As she spoke, Meng Tang deliberately slid her fingertips across the back of Song Guanting's hand, like a hook.

They are only responsible for starting a fire, not for extinguishing it.

Seeing that Song Guanting's breathing was out of control, the little vixen decided to run away after flirting with him.

But will Song Guanting give her this opportunity?

Of course not. With a long arm, he pulled her back and grabbed her wrist.

Meng Tang stumbled and fell into his arms.

His dangerous, deep voice rang out from above: "Then let's make amends in another form."

What format?

Before Meng Tang could even process what was happening, Song Guanting had already led her by the hand all the way...

Meng Tang immediately felt a red temperature warning, and a surge of heat rushed straight to the top of her head.

His tongue was tied in knots: "You...you...you're shameless! Let me go, I won't do such a filthy thing with you!"

"late."

Starting a fire but not extinguishing it?

Think beautifully.

"Song Guanting, you're shameless...uh..."

All the insults were drowned out by the man's passionate kiss as he lowered his head.

Unable to resist, Meng Tang could only make a final, indignant threat: "If you kiss me, I'll give you my cold!"

Song Guanting's palm gripped her tightly; his young wife's threat was like a resistance against his chest.

It was soft and weak, like a kitten scratching someone.

It's neither painful nor itchy; rather, it creates a sense of wanting to resist but not wanting to resist.

"I have a strong immune system."