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

Angle Bar.

The city was brightly lit and bustling with people.

The Storm Band, who usually only perform on Saturdays, made a surprise appearance on Wednesday night.

It is said that a wealthy woman spent 100,000 yuan to hire the Storm Band to perform.

Indeed, the legendary "rich women"—Meng Tang and Li Su—occupied the best viewing spots below the stage, swaying their heads and cheering to the music.

"Hey beautiful, can I add you on WeChat?"

After entering the bar, a number of men came up to Meng Tang and Li Su asking for their WeChat contacts, with Meng Tang getting more.

Although Li Su is beautiful, she is too aloof. Even if she doesn't speak, a cold glance is enough to make people afraid to talk to her.

Meng Tang has a sweet appearance, which is the most popular sweet girl style at the moment. Her smile is like a spring breeze, and her almond eyes are curved, which makes people put down their guard and feel close to her at first glance.

Meng Tang glanced at him; small eyes, square face—not her type.

Just as she was about to refuse, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine, as if a venomous snake lurking in the grass had spotted her and was about to bite her on the back of the neck, taking her life.

Meng Tang turned around abruptly, but all she saw were people swaying to the music.

Is it an illusion?

"I'm sorry, my husband will be unhappy."

Whenever she encounters a dish that doesn't suit her taste, Meng Tang will bring up her married status, a trick that always works.

Sure enough, when the other party heard that she was getting married so young, he showed a regretful expression and did not press the matter further.

"Susu, I'm going to the restroom."

Although I rejected the person, the feeling of being targeted by a venomous snake did not dissipate.

Meng Tang thought she might have drunk too much and her mind wasn't clear, so she decided to go to the bathroom to wash her face.

Li Su was in a daze, and with the music playing loudly, she didn't listen too quietly. She just waved her hand to indicate that she understood.

Having drunk a bit too much, Meng Tang was a little unsteady on her feet and stumbled her way to the restroom.

men and women……

Just as she was trying to distinguish between the man and the woman, a long, slender, jade-like hand suddenly reached out from around the corner and grabbed her arm.

With such force, Meng Tang was pulled over without warning.

The sudden turn of events left her head spinning. Before she could even utter a sound, her back was slammed against the hard wall.

Then, a tall and imposing figure loomed over them like a dark cloud pressing down on a city.

The approaching, scorching heat was like a lurking cheetah, ready to strike its prey with a fatal bite at any moment.

The other person's thin lips stopped just half an inch away from her snowy neck.

Because we were so close, the familiar cool scent of sandalwood filled the air around my nose.

"You were hit by someone?"

"Your feet hurt so much you can't walk?"

“You look lively and energetic, more cheerful than anyone else. You don’t seem to have injured your foot. You look more like your husband has died.”

When the man's cold fingertips gripped her chin, the icy touch felt like a venomous snake slithering against her, instantly sobering Meng Tang up.

"Explain yourself, Mrs. Song, hmm?"

That "hmm" was a nasal resonance, short and dangerous.

Meng Tang's legs felt a little weak.

It's comparable to catching someone cheating on the spot.

Can anyone tell her how Song Guanting, who was in France during the day, suddenly appeared at Angle Bar and caught her without any doubt?

Wait, could it be that the venomous gaze I just saw... was from Song Guanting?

Meng Tang, having seen her share of big occasions, quickly regained her composure after a three-second moment of nervousness.

She raised her delicate hands, like a seductive fox spirit, and placed them on the back of Song Guanting's neck.

Like a kitten, it tiptoed and affectionately rubbed against Song Guanting's cheek, then reached out and touched him as if uncertain.

Her voice, when she opened it, had a hint of intoxication, yet carried an extremely natural coquettishness.

"Am I drunk again? Song Guanting, you're so mean! I've already tried to drown my sorrows in alcohol, why are you still appearing in my dreams and disturbing my peace of mind?"

Meng Tang was adept at lying through her teeth and turning the tables on others.

The man's large hand gripped her slender waist, and with just that pinch, she instantly lost all her strength, her waist went limp, and she almost sank into his arms.

And all he had to do was lower his head and press a burning kiss against me.

It was a punitive kiss, with the aggressive edge of a wild beast, as if it wanted to strip Meng Tang of everything.

She was already somewhat tipsy from drinking, and the kiss left her feeling oxygen-deprived, making it impossible for her to stand steadily.

Song Guanting was incredibly strong. While kissing her, he used one arm to hold her body up, almost lifting half of her body so she wouldn't collapse to the ground.

Meng Tang was really struggling to breathe. If they continued kissing like this, she might become the first person in history to die from suffocation while kissing!

Song Guanting is a madman!

With a forceful bite, he finally managed to stop the madman's fierce attack.

Song Guanting stepped back slightly, and what he saw when he looked down was his young wife's red and moist eyes, and her delicate figure lying on his chest, panting heavily.

Like a thorny rose that has been picked and moistened halfway.

Only by bending down and tasting it yourself can you know the softness and sweetness hidden beneath its sharp thorns.

Song Guanting's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Should we continue pretending?"

His subtext was that if she continued to play dumb, he would keep kissing her until she suffocated.

"Isn't this all because of you? Who told you to go on a business trip and not be home? I miss you so much that I can't sleep. When I'm home, all I can do is look at things and think of you, so I can only come to the bar to buy alcohol to numb myself."

"On the contrary, you, in a foreign country, were talking to another woman in front of me. I haven't even questioned you about whether you were seeing other women behind my back, and you're already questioning me?"

What a preemptive strike!

Meng Tang retorted with righteous indignation, and while doing so, she tried to find an opportunity to slip away and tip off Li Su.

If Song Guanting were to see her getting together with the wife of her sworn enemy, Fu Jishu, she wouldn't be able to handle him if he really went berserk!

Poor Meng Tang hadn't even slipped one foot out when the man swept her up in one arm.

Meng Tang instinctively hooked her arms around the back of his neck to prevent herself from falling off.

"W-what are you doing?"

Song Guanting's features were smooth and deep, especially his eyes, which were as deep as an ancient pool. When he didn't smile, they were like snow on a high mountain, freezing everything and barren of vegetation.

"Didn't you say you couldn't sleep because you missed me? I'm right in front of you, why would you need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"

Meng Tang had a bad feeling and pretended to be weak, rubbing her forehead: "I drank too much, I'm dizzy and feel like throwing up. Put me down first, I'll go to the bathroom to wash my face and then come home with you."

She had to take advantage of the break to go to the restroom to warn Li Su to slip away quickly.

However, Song Guanting held her arm firmly, like an impenetrable wall. As long as he didn't let go, she wouldn't have the slightest chance to break free.

Want to sober up? Easy.

“I’ll help you, Mrs. Song.”