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

Song Guanting's lips curved upwards.

He discovered that his young wife was always easily satisfied; a car that cost only a little over 200,000 yuan made her beam with joy.

When Meng Tang woke up the next morning after receiving her new car, she remembered the string of small-leaf sandalwood Pixiu prayer beads she had gotten for free at the temple.

She woke up early, while Song Guanting was still asleep.

Meng Tang glanced at Song Guanting to make sure he wasn't awake before secretly taking out her Buddhist prayer beads from her bag.

He gestured to Song Guanting's hand, and finally put the wristwatch on his right hand because Song Guanting had a wristwatch on his left hand.

When Meng Tang first transmigrated, it was her wedding night with Song Guanting.

What impressed her most were his hands, which were absolutely worthy of being used as hand masks.

Fair-skinned and slender, like sections of perfectly trimmed green bamboo, it felt like a piece of cold jade when held in the hand.

Afraid of waking people up, Meng Tang carefully put the on, even holding her breath.

Completely unaware, Song Guanting had already woken up just as she was putting the covers on.

Song Guanting suffered from insomnia for many years. It was only after he got married and shared a bed with Meng Tang that he was able to fall asleep without medication.

Even though his condition has improved considerably, he still sleeps lightly and wakes up easily.

When he first opened his eyes, there was a rare hint of confusion in Song Guanting's eyes.

But when he saw the string of Buddhist beads being slipped onto his hand, and his wife's careful and solemn manner, as if afraid of waking him, he already guessed that this was a surprise his wife had prepared for him.

In an instant, the chilling coldness in Song Guanting's eyes transformed into a gentle, vibrant light, as if all things were reviving and the ice and snow were melting.

Once successfully slipped on, the Buddhist beads hung perfectly on Song Guanting's wrist, adding a captivating sense of asceticism to his hand.

It's like a highly accomplished monk who has cultivated for a thousand years, just one step away from attaining enlightenment and ascending to immortality.

Meng Tang looked at him and nodded.

Her eye for quality is indeed excellent; it's as if the product was tailor-made for Song Guanting. So who says you can't have something cheap?

What's more, she got it without spending a single penny, what a bargain!

"When did you buy it?"

Suddenly hearing a clear, melodious voice, seemingly tinged with a gentle laugh, startled Meng Tang.

Turning her head, she saw Song Guanting looking at her with eyes as black as lacquer.

Her image was reflected in his pupils, condensing into a tiny shape, giving the illusion that his eyes could only hold her.

"When did you wake up? You didn't make a sound, you startled me."

Meng Tang patted her chest and glared at him reproachfully.

Song Guanting sat up, and as he raised his hand, the prayer beads slid forward with his movement, the round purple beads making his fair skin stand out even more.

"Just woke up."

He naturally wouldn't say that he had been awake for a long time and had watched his young wife secretly put the Buddhist beads on him the whole time.

“When I went to the mountains to collect folk songs a couple of days ago, I saw this string of Buddhist beads in a temple. I felt that it matched your temperament very well, so I bought it as a return gift for the car you gave me yesterday.”

Meng Tang sat on the edge of the bed with her snow-white legs bent, tilting her head to look at him with her almond-shaped eyes that looked like a sky full of stars, her eyes filled with a smile that expected him to praise her.

"Like it?"

Song Guanting seemed to be influenced by her smiling eyes, and hummed in a clearly pleasant tone: "What kind of temperament do I have?"

"On the surface, he appears aloof and celibate, but in reality, he's a repressed and lew

Song Guanting flicked her forehead with his finger, not too hard, not too soft. "You're quite good at using parallelism."

Cultured people, so-so.

Meng Tang was just about to take a nap when the man suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

She was pulled forward and buried her head in his arms.

Before Meng Tang could react, Song Guanting's tall figure cast a shadow, almost completely enveloping her petite frame.

Having slept with him so many times, Meng Tang had become quite adept at it, and she could quickly understand what Song Guanting wanted to do from his words and actions.

She said, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, "Isn't it inappropriate for you to be so thirsty so early in the morning? Besides, have you forgotten that you have a morning meeting at seven o'clock? Mr. Song, who is never late, is a prime candidate."

Even the donkeys in the production team weren't as diligent as Song Guanting. Meng Tang even thought that, apart from business trips, his wedding, and her illness yesterday, he probably hadn't missed a single morning meeting.

He truly embodies the spirit of an ox or horse, no wonder he's rich.

"Mrs. Song gave me a gift, so I should reciprocate."

Meng Tang: "...There's absolutely no need for that."

Song Guanting, who suffers from intermittent deafness: "Very beneficial? Good."

"You're so good..."

All words were drowned out by a barrage of kisses.

I was already feeling down because I couldn't take a shower last night, and then Song Guanting made me sweat all over again this morning.

The sticky substance made Meng Tang furious, so she opened her mouth and bit Song Guanting on the back of the neck.

Song Guanting hissed softly, his fingertip pressing against the corner of her reddened eyes as if in retaliation.

But the force wasn't strong; it was more like flirting.

"Those born in the Year of the Dog, they bite when they're unhappy, huh?"

Meng Tang glared at him, "You're a lewd beast in human clothing, indulging in debauchery in broad daylight."

Song Guanting placed another kiss on her lips, very light, like the wind, yet carrying a strange, restrained tenderness.

"Then don't try to seduce me."

Not even a dog would flirt with you, so don't talk nonsense!

Meng Tang was too tired to move, but fortunately it was broad daylight and she still had work to do, so Song Guanting wasn't as tireless as he was at night.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she felt a mosquito bite on her neck.

Before I could think any further, Song Guanting's deep, husky voice rang in my ears.

"Go back to sleep."

*

Best Inc. President's Office.

When Assistant Zhou arrived early in the morning, he noticed that President Song seemed to be in a very good mood and looked to be in a radiant smile.

For example, he was clearly dissatisfied with the newly revised plan, but surprisingly, he didn't call in the senior management to berate them in person.

Instead, he handed the plan to Assistant Zhou. As he raised his hand, the prayer beads on his right hand slid forward two inches, allowing Assistant Zhou to see them clearly.

"Mr. Song, this string of Buddhist prayer beads of yours..."

Assistant Zhou was about to ask Song Guanting why he would suddenly wear such jewelry, since he always pursued simplicity and luxury, only wearing a wristwatch on his wrist, and even his wedding ring had been put away and left to gather dust in a drawer.

But today, contrary to his usual behavior, he was wearing a string of Buddhist prayer beads, and judging from the quality of the beads, they were very ordinary, like the kind of second-rate products you can buy for ten yuan with a buy-one-get-one-free offer on the street.

Why would President Song wear such cheap clothes?

Song Guanting looked over, saying nothing, but the pressure from his superior subtly made Assistant Zhou change his mind about what he was about to say.

"It's so beautiful, the design is very unique. Where did you buy it?"

Song Guanting seemed satisfied with Assistant Zhou's answer, and turned his gaze back to the Buddhist prayer beads. His usually indifferent eyes seemed to soften slightly for a moment.

"She gave it to me."

The concise and to-the-point words immediately enlightened Assistant Zhou: "So it was a gift from Madam. Madam has excellent taste. You just returned from your business trip, and Madam has already prepared a gift for you. Madam must be thinking of you all the time."

Song Guanting's expression relaxed as he put down his pen. "Prepare the car."

Yesterday's site visit has been rescheduled to today.

When Song Guanting got up, Assistant Zhou saw something, took out a band-aid and handed it to him, hesitating to speak.

"Mr. Song, perhaps you... should cover your neck?"