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

Song Guanting continued slowly, "Besides, you were the one who struck first last night."

Meng Tang immediately denied it: "Nonsense, how could that be!"

She was just drunk; she didn't actually become a beast.

"Do you need me to help you recall how you grabbed my tie last night, wouldn't let me leave, and without saying a word, cupped my face and kissed me on the lips?"

Those memories that were only half-recalled, with Song Guanting's reminder, kept appearing in Meng Tang's mind like a slideshow.

Although Meng Tang tried her best to deny it and said that Song Guanting was exaggerating, tragically, every word he said was indeed true what happened last night.

It was already shameful enough, but this was like being dug up, coffin and all, after being buried, and then publicly whipped – an act of utter humiliation.

Meng Tang grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her head again.

I just wish she could lose her memory on the spot.

Other people forget everything after they wake up from a drunken nap.

How come it's the other way around? Not only did she not forget, but she remembered every single detail vividly, even the details of being pinned down in the bathtub by Song Guanting last night, the intimate moments, were incredibly clear to her?

I forget things I should forget, but I forget things I shouldn't forget quickly. What a stupid brain of mine!

"Stop talking, get out, get out! I want to sleep, don't bother me!"

Feeling so ashamed that she could dig her toenails out of Tomson Riviera, Meng Tang muttered incessantly while kicking Song Guanting with her snow-white feet, trying to kick this annoying guy away.

Song Guanting easily grabbed her restless jade feet. "Since you've remembered everything, tell me about your evaluation of me last night."

What's the evaluation?

Meng Tang remembered every detail, but she couldn't recall any other opinion she had of Song Guanting. Her mind was filled with the shameful image of her holding Song Guanting's face and kissing him.

It's like a savage who has been starving for hundreds of years finally catching a delicious pig's trotter.

Why do you say I'm prone to becoming love-struck?

What?

The topic was too broad, and even Meng Tang couldn't quite grasp it at first.

"Don't play dumb with me. Last night you kept muttering that I shouldn't become love-struck, and you were talking about gigolos and the original owner of this body. Have you been under too much work pressure lately and confused reality with the script?"

Meng Tang's heart jumped into her throat.

Look at her mouth, she just blurts everything out!

She blurted out the fact that she had transmigrated into the book right in front of the main villain, perfectly demonstrating what it means to court death in creative ways!

"Yes, yes, I've been preparing for an ancient detective drama recently. There's a villain in it who's love-struck, handsome, rich, and of noble status."

"A perfect start, but because he couldn't have the female lead, he turned evil and kept causing all sorts of trouble for the relationship between the male and female leads. In the end, he successfully ruined himself, ending up disgraced and tragically dying."

Fortunately, Song Guanting didn't take it seriously. After all, a normal person would never believe in transmigration or a villain with a love-struck mind.

Even before she could speak, Song Guanting had already come up with a reason for her.

Following Song Guanting's guess, Meng Tang made up a story on the spot.

She's most skilled at making up stories.

The more Song Guanting listened, the deeper his brows furrowed.

"How could you possibly think I'd turn into such a dopamine-laced idiot?"

As he spoke, Song Guanting flicked his finger and tapped Meng Tang's forehead as punishment.

"Make fewer mindless soap operas."

Meng Tang covered her forehead, unable to refute Song Guanting's words, and instead obediently said "oh".

Fortunately, when Song Guanting brought this up, he was only trying to teach Meng Tang not to always think about such messy and unrealistic things.

After receiving Meng Tang's explanation, he stopped dwelling on the matter.

She got up, picked out a suit from the closet, and slowly put it on, saying in a calm voice, "I'll sleep a little longer, then go downstairs for breakfast."

"Also, drink less alcohol in the future. Don't you know your own alcohol tolerance?"

Meng Tang pouted and muttered softly, "If it weren't for that gigolo Cheng Youjun messing with me, I wouldn't have thrown up, let alone gotten drunk."

Song Guanting looked up at him. "What are you muttering about?"

Judging from his expression, it didn't sound like he was saying anything nice; it seemed like he was being scolded in a low voice.

"It's nothing, just wait a moment."

Meng Tang also got out of bed, rummaged through the cabinet next to her, found something, slipped on her slippers, and ran to Song Guanting's side.

I stood on tiptoe, but I still couldn't quite reach it.

"Lower your head a bit. Why are you so tall? It makes me, who is 168cm tall, look like a dwarf."

A smile flashed in Song Guanting's eyes. "Compared to someone who is 188cm tall, someone who is 168cm tall is indeed short."

Enraged, Meng Tang deliberately stepped on his instep.

She used his feet to elevate herself, so that even if Song Guanting didn't lower his head, she could still touch his face.

Song Guanting lowered his gaze slightly and saw that what Meng Tang was holding was a band-aid.

This is an adorable band-aid with a white rabbit drawn on the front and a pinkish color all over.

Realizing that Meng Tang was about to put a band-aid on his face, Song Guanting leaned back slightly.

"That's childish."

Snap.

Meng Tang rudely slapped away Song Guanting's raised hand, which was trying to refuse.

"What your wife gives you is the best; you don't have a chance to refuse."

Without saying a word, he stuck the band-aid on the tooth mark on Song Guanting's right cheek, and said gloatingly, "This band-aid is so cute, it's my favorite little bunny."

"If you weren't my husband, I wouldn't be willing to give this to anyone else. You should be secretly happy."

After it was pasted up, Meng Tang looked it over from left to right and nodded with great satisfaction.

Actually, I was holding back my laughter so hard I almost suffered internal injuries.

None of my family members would have guessed that the seemingly aloof and domineering CEO, who is as cold as a distant mountain peak, actually had a cute little white rabbit band-aid on his face.

This gives the impression of a tough, muscular man wearing a pink ballet tutu and dancing the Swan Lake.

Song Guanting clearly resisted the band-aid and even tried to tear it off.

"My husband is so handsome. Just look at that face that God seems to have blessed him with. Even if you drew a turtle on his face, he would still be the most handsome turtle."

I love you so much!

As she spoke, Meng Tang, against her conscience, cupped Song Guanting's face and gave him a big kiss on the spot where the band-aid was.

He spoke with great conviction, as if casting a spell.

"This is a band-aid with my beloved kiss on it. If you dare to tear it off, it means you don't love your wife!"

Meng Tang is a master at playing the trick of turning the tables on others.

Meng Tang was also thoughtful and virtuous; she personally selected a dark blue striped tie and gently helped Song Guanting put it on.

"Honey, work hard and make money, I love you~"

Although Song Guanting had a cold, handsome face, he didn't peel off the bandage on his face anymore.

As he turned to go downstairs, a slight smile curved his thin lips.

"They just resort to clumsy little tricks."

He saw through her mischievous little scheme at a glance.

But he just watched her laugh and watch her make a fuss.