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

Chu Weiwei's first reaction was to pretend to be a passerby.

For some reason, she didn't want anyone to photograph her with Cheng Youjun.

Although Cheng Youjun is still a relatively unknown celebrity, if he were photographed with a woman, it would definitely trend on social media.

Cheng Youjun did eventually trend on social media, but it was after being recognized by passersby that he was taken away in an ambulance, where a photo of him covered in blood was taken.

What was written on the trending topics list was quite unethical—

Shocking! A male celebrity with a three-character name was beaten up while drunk at a restaurant.

A three-character celebrity was allegedly assaulted and left with a bloody head wound at a restaurant after a private dispute.

When the onlookers went inside, they saw Cheng Youjun?

Who is it? I don't know them, I've never heard of them. Are all these obscure celebrities now considered stars? Using this kind of topic to attract attention is shameless!

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When they were still some distance from Yunding Huafu, Meng Tang complained that she was dizzy and couldn't sit in the car any longer, saying she would vomit if she sat any longer and insisted on getting out of the car.

Song Guanting could only comply with her wishes, and after getting off the car, she had no strength left to walk.

After staggering a few steps, his legs went weak and he couldn't walk any further, so he plopped down on the side of the road.

Because he couldn't sit still, he clung to a nearby telephone pole.

He even started chatting with the telephone poles on his own.

"Dude, why are you so hard? It's not comfortable to hold you."

Meng Tang also compared the two, saying, "It's still more comfortable to hold Song Guanting in my dream."

Such a comical scene drew frequent glances from passersby.

Song Guanting rubbed his forehead in exasperation, and was even amused by his own annoyance.

The high and mighty President Song has never been so humiliated in his twenty-eight years of life.

"Meng Tang, get up, I'll carry you."

If this continues, it will only become more widely known.

Meng Tang looked up, her small, rosy oval face framed by a pair of misty almond-shaped eyes gazing longingly at him.

Like a kitten abandoned by the roadside, hoping that a passerby will take pity on her and take her in.

As Song Guanting bent down to pick her up, Meng Tang suddenly changed her expression and slapped his hand.

"Don't hug me, carry me on your back."

She said in a childish sullen tone, "I won't walk unless you carry me!"

As she spoke, she patted the telephone pole next to her with great loyalty, "Good buddy, I'll sleep with you tonight!"

Song Guanting sighed in resignation.

Kneeling on one knee is a squatting posture, with his back turned.

"Come up."

Meng Tang pounced on Song Guanting from behind, and due to the momentum, she almost knocked him to the ground, which would have been a disgrace for the couple.

Song Guanting supported the person from behind with both hands and steadily carried him on his back.

Behind him, Meng Tang stretched out her fist, clenched into the size of a sandbag, and made a sprinting gesture.

"Charge! I, Sailor Moon Tang, will save the world today! In the name of the moon, I will destroy you! Beep—"

She not only directed and starred in the film, but also did the voice acting, which is quite in line with her profession as a director.

The driver followed beside him at the slowest speed, tentatively asking, "Mr. Song, we're still quite far from Yunding Huafu. If we keep walking like this, it'll probably be dark by then. Why don't you and your wife get in the car?"

Anyway, my wife was drunk, so I forced her into the car, closed my eyes, and we were home.

Otherwise, if they continue walking like this, Meng Tang will be fine, but Song Guanting, who is carrying someone on his back, will probably break his legs by the time they reach Yunding Huafu.

Unfortunately, Meng Tang on his back was restless, kicking her legs wildly.

"I will surpass him! Sailor Moon cannot be surpassed by anyone! I will be number one!"

Song Guanting slapped her bottom as punishment and threatened her, "If you move around again, I'll throw you into the river and you'll have to swim home yourself."

But little did anyone know, when those words reached Meng Tang's ears, they only amounted to a single keyword.

"Swim? Swimming? I want to swim! I can do breaststroke, butterfly, and freestyle! I'm amazing! I want to win an Olympic gold medal for my country!"

Song Guanting: "..."

If he is guilty, punish him with work.

As she spoke, Meng Tang clenched her fist, put it to her mouth, and began to sing loudly.

"Singing praises to our beloved motherland, as we march towards prosperity and strength!"

"I love you walking alone in the dark alleys, I love your unyielding spirit, I love your confrontation with despair, your refusal to shed a single tear."

She sang everything from patriotic songs to pop songs, covering a wide range of genres.

She even held up her fist, which she was using as a microphone, to Song Guanting's mouth halfway through her song.

"I love your tattered clothes, yet I dare to block fate's gun; I love how much we resemble each other, even our welts are the same."

Then they stopped, seemingly waiting for Song Guanting to sing the next line.

But how could Song Guanting, a retired cadre who only knew how to work, have ever heard of such popular songs?

And even if he knew, he would absolutely not say a word.

Soon, Song Guanting's silence drew Meng Tang's disdain.

"Can't sing? You're so stupid!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a passing child shouted back, "Going? Do you deserve it? That tattered cloak!"

Immediately, Meng Tang felt like she had found her tribe and started a "love song duet" with the kid.

"War? Yes, war! With the humblest of dreams~"

The scariest thing is that when one kid started singing along, it inspired the other kids to join in.

And so, the entire street was filled with the incessant chanting of "Fight, fight!" by Kid Brother and Meng Tang.

Song Guanting swore that he had never been so humiliated in front of so many people in his life.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing.

He silently repeated "This is my wife" several times before he managed to restrain himself from simply leaving her on the roadside and letting her continue her battle with those still-enthusiastic young buddies.

When the sky was completely dark, Song Guanting carried people to the Cloud Top Mansion.

The butler saw Song Guanting, who was covered in sweat but still didn't look too disheveled.

And then there's Meng Tang, who finally fell asleep on Song Guanting's back after all the commotion.

"Sir, what's wrong with Madam?"

Song Guanting sighed wearily, a rare sight: "Prepare some hangover tea and deliver it to the bedroom in half an hour."

Meng Tang, who had fallen asleep, leaned against Song Guanting's back with her rosy cheeks turned to the side, looking as docile as a kitten that had folded all its sharp claws.

They are very well-behaved and have no aggressiveness whatsoever.

Song Guanting carried Meng Tang directly to the bedroom. He knew that his little wife was a clean freak and would never go to bed without taking a shower before sleeping.

Fill the bathtub with water with one hand, then undress the person and slowly place them into the bathtub.

Song Guanting finally breathed a sigh of relief and stretched his sore back.

He saw his young wife lying in the bathtub, her face flushed and surrounded by steam.

She, on the other hand, was quite comfortable.

With a vengeful urge, Song Guanting pressed down on the corner of her eye with his fingertip.

"Meng Tang, you'd better remember everything that happened today when you wake up."

Song Guanting was covered in sweat and felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.

Just as he was about to get up and take off his clothes, a delicate hand suddenly grabbed his tie.

He was pulled down, causing him to sit back down abruptly halfway up.

"Song Guanting, no... don't change..."

Meng Tang clutched her tie, murmuring softly, almost unconsciously.

Song Guanting noticed that her brows were furrowed, as if she were having a nightmare.

He moved closer, his breath almost touching him.

"What don't you want?"