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

Meng Tang used both hands and feet to protest.

"You're the one who's impatient! Your whole family is impatient!"

Forced to lie on the bed, before Song Guanting could make any move, Meng Tang lifted her long hair and showed him the back of her neck.

"Are all these strawberry marks your handiwork? Song Guanting, you repressed beast, you must compensate me for my emotional distress, or I'll let all the employees of Best Inc. know just how inhuman their boss really is!"

Meng Tang, like a proud peacock that had caught Song Guanting by the nose, arrogantly threatened, "You'd better think about what to do!"

Song Guanting pressed his fingertip on the band-aid and then peeled it off.

Actually, the hickey was already very faint, but because the wife has fair skin, it was still noticeable.

"Since Mrs. Song wants to settle accounts, shouldn't we first settle accounts for this mark on my face?"

Song Guanting had already peeled off the little white rabbit band-aid on his right cheek, leaving only a tiny mark that was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.

Meng Tang pretended to be blind, "Where? Where? I didn't see it. Don't slander me without evidence."

"I have evidence, and more than one. Don't try to deny it!"

As she spoke, Meng Tang pointed randomly at the piles of stuff for him to see, “One, two, three… there are at least seven or eight. You’ve covered the back of my neck with them. I’m too ashamed to show my face!”

As Meng Tang began her accusations, a pleasant notification sound rang out: "One million yuan has been credited to your Alipay account."

Meng Tang's imposing manner immediately subsided. "You're smart enough to know what's good for you. That's more like it. One hickey is worth 100,000. One million is a little too much, so consider it interest..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man's hot breath drew near.

"Consider it an advance payment."

What are you paying for?

Before Meng Tang could even process what was happening in his mind, his cool, thin lips landed on her snowy neck.

It is both caressing and sucking.

Meng Tang felt a tingling sensation on her scalp and couldn't help but groan, "Song Guanting, are you a dog?!"

Since he likes gnawing on necks so much, she'll buy him a whole sack of duck necks tomorrow and let him gnaw on them until dawn!

Damn it, I miscalculated again today. Another day I was completely taken advantage of by those bastards.

However, just as Meng Tang gave up resisting, Song Guanting stopped.

After taking two bites of her, he stopped and lay down on his side.

I reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

But his tone still carried a hint of unsatisfied hoarseness: "Go to sleep."

Meng Tang blinked her almond-shaped eyes in disbelief in the darkness. "You're really going to sleep?"

This is not like Song Guanting's usual style.

They were already halfway there when they suddenly gave up.

Meng Tang couldn't help but wonder, "You don't actually have kidney deficiency..."

Before she could finish speaking, an arm encircled her slender waist and pulled her into a hug, pinching the soft flesh of her waist with a warning tone.

"Didn't you say you had back pain and needed to take a night off?"

Song Guanting's large hand first landed on her waist, but as he spoke, it slowly moved upwards.

"So Mrs. Song wants to continue?"

Meng Tang pressed down on the restless hand without hesitation. "No, I'm so sleepy, I'm already asleep. Anyone who talks is a dog."

In the darkness, Song Guanting seemed to chuckle very softly.

Just as Meng Tang was about to go to sleep, she heard a deep, resonant voice: "Tomorrow, I will get it back with interest."

*

The next morning, because she had gone to bed early the night before, Meng Tang woke up when Song Guanting got up to get dressed.

She sat up, rubbing the corners of her eyes, yawning repeatedly.

Are you going to be busy until very late today?

Song Guanting paused in tying his bow tie.

Could it be that his young wife wants to tell him about the Meng family banquet?

She wanted him to attend the banquet?

Song Guanting hummed in agreement, waiting for her to continue.

Meng Tang, however, thought to herself, "Sigh, they really are just a plastic couple in terms of physical relationship."

Song Guanting was completely oblivious to the fact that it was her birthday; his mind was preoccupied with work.

Even if I didn't plan to celebrate her birthday, saying "Happy Birthday" would be a way of remembering her, right?

But it is clear that Song Guanting has no recollection of it at all.

Forget it, I never expected him to remember anyway. We're just a fake couple, maintaining a superficial relationship is enough. It's all about sex, not feelings. As long as he gives me money, I shouldn't ask for anything else.

Meng Tang is not the kind of evil capitalist who wants his horse to eat little but run fast.

Anyway, half of the money Song Guanting earns will be hers after the divorce.

Thinking of all this, Meng Tang quickly ignored the slight disappointment in her heart.

Song Guanting waited for a while, but his young wife did not say anything.

He took two steps forward, raised his hand, and gently wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye with his fingertips.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

Meng Tang gave him a strange look. Shouldn't you be the one who has something to say to me today?

Yeah, what's there to say about a bastard who doesn't even remember her birthday?

Meng Tang turned her face away, "Yes, husband, work hard to make money. Being the richest man in Jiangcheng is too low-class. I want to be the wife of the richest man in China!"

Then she'll be able to get more assets in the divorce.

It sounds wonderful!

Meng Tang smiled very sincerely.

But Song Guanting frowned, seemingly not very satisfied with her answer.

Wasn't she going to talk about the Meng family's birthday banquet?

She didn't even bother to make a show of it, not even asking him if he would attend the birthday party.

Or perhaps she never even considered bringing him along?

Song Guanting coldly withdrew his hand, rubbing the tear stains on his fingertips a few times.

Meng Tang was completely unaware of Song Guanting's bad mood. Seeing him turn to leave, she got out of bed and went to wash up.

But before he could take two steps forward, Song Guanting turned back.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, lifted her up, and put her back on the bed.

With a furrowed brow, he said, "Who told you to run around barefoot?"

"I didn't run away. I didn't see any slippers, and I was too lazy to look for them."

Meng Tang actually prefers going barefoot to wearing slippers.

The flooring in Yunding Huafu is made of the most precious ultra-white porcelain replica glazed finely carved soft-light tiles, which are warm in winter and cool in summer, and very comfortable to walk on barefoot.

With a cold face, Song Guanting bent down and found the pair of white rabbit slippers under the bed.

He knelt on one knee and personally put the slippers on those jade-like feet.

"You're not allowed to run around barefoot anymore."

Before Meng Tang could retort, Song Guanting delivered the decisive blow: "Otherwise, I'll deduct your allowance."

All he knows is how to threaten her with his allowance!

"Know it."

Song Guanting then went out.

Upon arriving at the company, Song Guanting immediately spotted the invitation that had been casually placed on his desk the day before.

He loosened his tie in frustration.

He casually tossed the invitation into the trash can.

Since Meng Tang didn't even bother to tell him, there was even less reason for him to go over.

But she doesn't have a good relationship with the Meng family. What if she goes to the banquet and gets bullied or deliberately harassed?

Song Guanting bent down and rummaged through the trash can to retrieve the invitation.

"Mr. Song, should we issue the final draft as agreed upon yesterday...?"

When Assistant Zhou knocked and entered, he happened to see the aloof and superior President Song rummaging through the trash can...