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

No wonder people say that daughters are their fathers' sweethearts from a past life, and the most considerate little cotton-padded jackets.

Song Guanting didn't understand before, but now, with his daughter calling him "Dad" in front of him and even blowing on him, his heart was practically melting.

"Bao Xin, it's all Daddy's fault for not being able to stay by your side before. Daddy swears that he will never be separated from you again."

Meng Tang picked up Bao Xin and placed her on the bedside table to prevent Song Guanting from moving around again and aggravating the wound on his back. She didn't want it to happen a third time.

Bao Xin, a tiny and soft little thing, was held in Song Guanting's arms. She was well-behaved and didn't make a fuss. Instead, she looked at him curiously with her big, round eyes.

She reached out her little hand and touched Song Guanting's face, saying, "Daddy's a real treasure, his heart is as beautiful as a flower."

The little guy has a limited vocabulary; he can only use "pretty" to describe someone as good-looking.

But Song Guanting didn't mind at all. Instead, he held Baoxin's little hand and kissed her little face.

"Dad is nowhere near as good as our Baoxin. Baoxin is the little princess, and Mom is the big princess. Both princesses are the most beautiful people in the world."

Bao Xin nodded vigorously in agreement, pointing to herself and then to Meng Tang.

"Mommy, Baoxin, Daddy, you're all beautiful~"

Meng Tang was amused by her childlike words. Seeing that Bao Xin and Song Guanting got along very well, Meng Tang felt very conflicted.

"Xinxin, come down now, your dad needs to rest."

Bao Xin obediently said "oh" and tried to get down, but Song Guanting held her tightly and refused to let go.

"I'm not tired. Baoxin was scared today too. Do you want to sleep with Daddy?"

As he spoke, Song Guanting discussed with Meng Tang, "Since this bed is big enough, let Baoxin sleep next to me for a while?"

The tone also revealed a humble plea.

Bao Xin also turned her head and blinked her big eyes at Meng Tang.

Although Bao Xin didn't say it directly, her actions showed that she wanted to be with Song Guanting.

No wonder they say a daughter is her father's sweetheart from a past life. She's only known Song Guanting for a few days, and her heart is already already leaning towards him.

Even though he just called her "Dad" today, he's not shy at all and wants to be with Song Guanting.

What could Meng Tang do? She could refuse Song Guanting, but she couldn't bear to refuse Bao Xin.

This little guy is always very clever and can read people's expressions. He knew that she was not very willing, so she did not say anything when Song Guanting was speaking.

Just looking at her with those watery eyes, what could Meng Tang not agree to?

"At five o'clock, I'll have Aunt Chen come and pick you up to go home. You have to go to school tomorrow."

This means you've agreed.

Bao Xin nodded vigorously, "Thank you, Mommy, Mommy is so good!"

Then, like a caterpillar, she burrowed into Song Guanting's arms.

Song Guanting smiled and made room for her, even though she was so small that she didn't take up much space. He still wanted to give his daughter the best of everything.

Meng Tang could only laugh and say from the side, "Xin Xin, don't push forward."

Song Guanting held Baoxin with one hand and gently stroked her back with the other, coaxing her to sleep.

Does Baoxin usually listen to bedtime stories?

Meng Tang hummed in agreement: "This little guy is very picky. He doesn't want to listen to any of the fairy tales he's read in the book. He insists that I make up new ones every day. I'm almost out of ideas, like squeezing toothpaste."

Ever since having a daughter, Meng Tang feels like she's about to switch careers and become a screenwriter.

Every day, in order to lull her daughter to sleep, she has to prepare a bedtime story in advance, and she never repeats the same one.

If it weren't for Li Su and the other two taking turns making up stories to lull Bao Xin to sleep, she would have truly run out of ideas.

"To be honest, Tangtang, I'm known as the number one storyteller in China. From now on, just leave the task of putting Baoxin to sleep to me."

Meng Tang chuckled and said, "You're really good at bragging."

But believe it or not, Song Guanting actually started telling a bedtime story, and this story wasn't from a fairy tale book, but something he made up on the spot.

Baoxin falls asleep very quickly and soundly whenever she hears a new story.

Before long, she fell asleep peacefully in Song Guanting's arms.

"Did you make up this story yourself? It's quite convincing. Looks like you listened to a lot of fairy tales when you were a kid."

After all, he's a young master from a wealthy family; plenty of people will coax him to sleep, Meng Tang thought to himself.

But Song Guanting said, "My mother and father had a business marriage. She was a strong woman when she was alive. Although she tried her best to spend time with me, she didn't have the time to do things like putting me to sleep."

“From the time I learned to read, I would read by myself every night until I was sleepy and then go to sleep. So when my mother was alive, she would always say that I was the most sensible and well-behaved child she had ever seen. She hardly had to worry about me.”

He reads fairy tales by himself and puts himself to sleep. No wonder Song Guanting's personality is so aloof; it seems to be influenced by his childhood.

His mother passed away when he was very young, and his father soon remarried, bringing with him an illegitimate child who was not much older than him.

It seems that Song Guanting had no choice but to grow and mature.

“However, the way to raise boys and girls is naturally different. Our Baoxin will be raised like a little princess. I want Baoxin to always be happy and carefree.”

Meng Tang remained silent and did not say anything else.

At least now is not the time to say those things. Regardless of whether Song Guanting will fight her for custody of Baoxin in the future, at least let the father and daughter have some rare time alone together now.

Song Guanting had taken his medicine earlier, and after talking with Meng Tang for a short while, he also fell asleep with Bao Xin.

The father and daughter stood head to head, their brows bearing a striking resemblance, creating a rare and peaceful scene.

Meng Tang pulled the blankets up to cover them more securely.

She then tiptoed out, and just as she closed the door, Li Su's voice rang out from behind her.

"Tangtang, if you let Xinxin acknowledge Song Guanting, what if he tries to take custody of Xinxin from you later?"

Meng Tang turned around and said, "If Song Guanting really wanted to take custody of Xin Xin from me, he would have done it long ago. After all, he risked his life to save Xin Xin this time. Let the father and daughter spend some time together as a way of repaying his kindness."

"After we've settled things, I'll make things clear to him. If he still won't let me and Xin Xin go, then we'll move away and find a place where no one will ever find us."

Seeing that Meng Tang remained lucid, Li Su felt relieved.

Fine, let Baoxin spend a few days with Song Guanting. Once Song Guanting's injuries have healed, it's time to say goodbye.

*

Despite her meticulous planning, Li Su overlooked the most crucial element.

When Song Guanting discovered Meng Tang and Li Su's secret in Luxembourg, Fu Jishu learned of it.

At that time, the president's office of Ruifeng Group.

Inside a specially separated, enclosed room, there is a huge glass room filled with a large number of flowers and plants.

Countless butterflies of all colors fluttered and danced inside the greenhouse.

On the glass wall directly opposite the greenhouse, there are countless photos of Li Su.

"Mr. Fu, we've found Madam's whereabouts."

With a snap, a small glass jar was crushed in Fu Jishu's hand by his bare hands.

A colorful butterfly fluttered out and was caught by Fu Jishu with his bloodied hand, held in his palm.

"Got you, my little butterfly."