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

My immunity is amazing!

This pervert!

The last time they wiped her body was a waste of time, so they wiped her again. Meng Tang was still carried out of the bathroom by Song Guanting.

Her delicate face was like a flower bud that had been nourished, exceptionally rosy, bright, and beautiful.

After quickly burrowing into bed, Meng Tang glared angrily at Song Guanting.

"Beast in clothes!"

The hypocrite leisurely straightened his sleeves, which Meng Tang had crumpled from gripping them. "Shall we have lunch downstairs, or brought up?"

Meng Tang couldn't very well say that her "plastic" husband had made her legs weak and she couldn't even get out of bed.

Besides, it was just a matter of using her hands; it would be so embarrassing to talk about such a thing. So she confidently said, "Of course we'll eat downstairs."

"I don't eat with perverts."

Song Guanting wasn't angry at all, and simply hummed in agreement: "I have a meeting to attend, you go and eat."

Who cares about you!

Meng Tang went downstairs to have lunch without looking back.

After serving the dishes, Chen Ma noticed that only Meng Tang was in the dining room, and asked, "Madam, why hasn't the master come downstairs to eat yet?"

"Don't worry, he's in a meeting. He won't starve if he misses a meal."

Besides, that bastard is full of energy, so he should be starved.

Chen Ma sighed and said, "It's rare for the master to be home at noon, and it's a rare treat for him to have lunch with you, madam. Why don't you ask him to come down and eat with us? Besides, the master has a bad stomach, and it wouldn't be good if he had another stomach ache."

Fine, fine, I'll just have to eat with him, considering he's the one who earns money for her.

Because Song Guanting was rarely home during the day, he prepared a table full of dishes in the kitchen, which Meng Tang couldn't possibly finish by herself. Song Guanting could scold her, but food absolutely could not be wasted.

"Then Chen Ma, go to the study and call him."

Aunt Chen smiled and said, "We dare not disturb the master's work. Madam's words are the most effective."

Meng Tang found it strange that one or two people thought Song Guanting would listen to her.

They were clearly the most familiar strangers, the most superficial couple.

Too lazy to go through all that trouble, Meng Tang simply sent Song Guanting a WeChat message.

In short—eating.

A moment later, footsteps could be heard coming from upstairs. It was Song Guanting coming downstairs, but he was still holding a tablet in his hand and wearing an earphone in one ear.

They continued talking about work as they walked down the street.

Clearly, the video conference wasn't over, but he actually came downstairs to eat while working, still with the video on.

Meng Tang was amazed by his ability to multitask.

At least she couldn't do that. It has to be said that the main villain has an extremely high IQ. As long as he doesn't come into contact with the female lead, he will never act foolishly because of love.

After Song Guanting sat down, the meal was served.

Song Guanting was a very picky eater, while Meng Tang, on the other hand, ate almost anything and was very easy to feed.

The only thing she disliked was peeling shells.

Today we have her favorite braised shrimp, but peeling the shells is such a hassle.

Meng Tang rested her chin on her hand, glancing at Song Guanting across from her.

Although he was working while eating, Song Guanting's posture remained very elegant, unhurried and methodical, exuding the air of a noble young master.

Pretend.

Meng Tang mentally complained, and couldn't help but think.

If Song Guanting could do two things at once, could he do three things at once?

Meng Tang is always a woman of action. With that thought in mind, she picked up her bowl and chopsticks and moved from the opposite side to the seat next to Song Guanting.

Song Guanting had noticed her long ago and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

His thin lips curved slightly.

His young wife is really clingy; she not only wants him to accompany her to meals, but she also insists on sitting next to him.

It seems that he is usually busy with work and not at home, so she must feel very lonely eating alone at home.

With that thought in mind, he picked up a prawn with his chopsticks and placed it on his plate.

Song Guanting looked over, and Meng Tang blinked innocently at him, signaling with her eyes.

What are you looking at? Peeling shrimp for your wife is a must-learn skill for any husband!

Song Guanting sighed, seemingly helplessly.

Meanwhile, the executives on the other end of the video call thought they had done something wrong that made President Song sigh, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to utter a sound.

Suddenly, Mr. Song, who had been eating slowly and deliberately, put down his chopsticks and picked up a prawn from his plate.

With her long, slender, jade-like hands, she peeled the shrimp shells slowly and deliberately, as if she were creating a work of art.

After peeling the whole shrimp, he extended his right hand to take out the camera lens.

And the whole shrimp meat appeared in Meng Tang's bowl.

Meng Tang expressed her satisfaction, and then piled a lot of food onto his plate, letting him peel it slowly.

So, by the end of the meeting, Song Guanting had just finished peeling a whole plate of shrimp.

Chen's mother watched with trepidation, but the lady ate with relish, showing no concern whatsoever that her husband's act of having her peel shrimp would anger him.

But after all the shrimp had been peeled, Chen Ma immediately handed over a handkerchief, and Song Guanting slowly wiped each of his fingers with it.

His gaze fell on Meng Tang, who seemed to be carefully raising a small animal. Seeing the animal's cheeks bulging from eating, he followed with a rather pleasant look.

"I am full?"

After eating and drinking her fill, Meng Tang's mood improved, and she finally gave Song Guanting a friendly look.

"I'm going back to work tomorrow."

Tomorrow's main focus is on negotiating with the investors. The preliminary discussions have been largely completed, and tomorrow we'll sign the contract. Once the investors transfer the funds, filming for the new drama can begin.

Song Guanting frowned slightly, but did not refuse, saying only, "I'll have the driver take you there tomorrow."

"No need, I can drive there myself. I'm not dizzy or hot now, and I'll definitely be bouncing around again tomorrow. Of course, if you hadn't bullied me half an hour ago, I think I would have recovered even faster."

Meng Tang deliberately retorted, but Song Guanting remained unfazed: "The doctor said that sweating helps detoxify. I'm helping you eliminate toxins and improve your health."

Meng Tang: "..."

You can talk nonsense, I'll just listen to you quietly.

At this moment, the butler came forward and handed over a car key shaped like a supercar, which was purple in color.

“You’ve been driving that Wuling for a long time. This is the new Xiaomi SU7. It’s moderately priced and inconspicuous, which meets your requirements. Take this one tomorrow.”

Knowing that she would divorce Song Guanting sooner or later anyway, Meng Tang did not want to reveal her identity as a wealthy socialite, and always drove a Wuling Mini electric car to work.

The pink electric car always looked so out of place among the luxury cars in the garage, each worth millions.

Meng Tang couldn't help but recall that a couple of days ago, she was chatting with her best friend about Xiaomi's newly launched electric car. Young people love to follow trends, and this car is currently very popular.

It's possible that Song Guanting overheard this by chance, and unexpectedly, he secretly ordered one.

Meng Tang felt a surge of sweetness in her heart and accepted the car keys without any hesitation.

"Husband earns money, wife spends it. Thank you, the best husband in the world, love you and send you love~"