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

Meng Tang believed that no one was more dedicated than her.

Working day and night, without holidays, year-round, providing companionship in meals, sleep, and conversation—even earning five million a month for such a high level of "three-way companionship" is still a bargain for Song Guanting.

After all, being able to sleep with such a gentle, lovely, and clever fairy like her anytime, anywhere is a blessing that Song Guanting, this big pervert, must have accumulated over eight lifetimes!

Song Guanting raised his hand, his fingertips landing on her eyebrows and eyes, carrying his usual cool body temperature, seemingly a caress, but more like a pinching.

Meng Tang couldn't help but think that Song Guanting really liked to stroke her eyebrows and eyes.

Is it because her eyes are so similar to his white moonlight, Chu Weiwei, that he uses her as a substitute, looking into her eyes and thinking of his white moonlight?

For someone like him, in order to highlight the female lead's irresistible charm and drive the development of the relationship between the male and female leads, the only explanation that is most reasonable is that he is a cold-hearted villain who has no feelings for anyone else but the female lead.

Meng Tang still felt a little disappointed.

Just a little bit.

After all, Song Guanting was a generous benefactor, and he was really generous with his money. Even his appearance was exactly what she liked, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, eight-pack abs, and a top-notch figure. He was also a great man to sleep with.

What a perfect ATM! Apart from being a little crazy sometimes, it's almost flawless.

"I'll have the driver take you home. Be good and don't wander off again."

The tone carried a warning, but more than that, it conveyed an invisible indulgence.

Song Guanting didn't restrict her freedom much. She also had her own job in the book. Although this job revolved around the male protagonist, it was also Meng Tang's real job.

When he said "don't wander off," he meant he didn't allow her to go to places like bars where there are many people and a lot of attention.

Meng Tang firmly established her obedient and virtuous wife persona, obediently said "okay," and then changed to another car.

My phone beeped as I got on the bus.

"One million yuan has been deposited into Alipay."

There was also an unread WeChat message.

The sucker: [While I'm away these few days, you're not allowed to go to any places that are full of all sorts of people.]

As she counted the balance that had arrived in her account, Meng Tang instantly forgot about the slight unpleasantness she had felt earlier.

With my husband away from home and endless money to spend, is there anything more wonderful than this?

She hummed a little tune as she transferred the money to her designated card.

He counted the balance on the card again and sighed.

Retirement is still a long way off.

Ganbatte, Meng Xiaotang, you're amazing!

No sooner had I arrived at Yunding Huafu than Li Su sent me a message.

Butter cake: [Safe?]

A pear blossom overshadows a crabapple: [A net profit of one million.]

*

After watching Meng Tang's car drive away, Song Guanting leaned back in his seat and frowned.

Sofitel Hotel.

After giving the location name, the driver drove smoothly.

Just then, my phone rang.

Without even reading the message, Song Guanting knew it must have come from Meng Tang.

He only set a notification sound for incoming messages for Meng Tang's WeChat, while everyone else's was set to vibrate.

A pear blossom overshadows a crabapple: [I promise I'll only ever think about my husband!]

Following this guarantee is a meme of a little fox rolling its belly and acting cute.

Song Guanting's thin lips curved upwards slightly.

The image of my wife acting cute, like this little fox, popped into my mind.

They are exactly the same.

After turning off his phone, Song Guanting reverted to his indifferent demeanor.

Room 888 at the Sofitel Hotel.

The contractor's boss, Mr. Li, with a shiny slicked-back face, was pouring wine for the young man seated at the head of the table.

"Young Master Song, let me toast you again! I've heard that you're a very straightforward person. If this deal goes through, I'll definitely recommend you for any future construction projects!"

Recently, Best Inc. acquired a new plot of land and plans to build an office building.

After the bidding process, Mr. Li's company won the contract.

The project isn't particularly large, but the location of the land is excellent. Once completed, it will undoubtedly be a money-making machine, generating a substantial net income from the annual rent.

Of course, for the deep-pocketed Best Inc., this was just a casual project.

This project is being handled by Song Yixuan, the second son of the Song family, and today, President Li is in charge, mainly to sign a supplementary contract with Song Yixuan.

Although Mr. Li won the bid, Best Group has always had very high requirements for construction, from building materials to decoration, everything must be of a high standard.

Although the allocated funds are substantial, if everything is done according to high standards, Mr. Li's company won't make much money from it.

After making some inquiries privately, President Li learned that the second son of the Song family was a typical rich kid, far less capable than his half-brother, and only held an easy position in the group.

Such spoiled rich kids are actually the easiest to cultivate relationships with.

All Mr. Li needs to do is offer half of the profits gained from the construction project to Song Yixuan, and he will surely be tempted.

The project has a budget of 800 million, which was approved by the group according to the highest construction standards.

If they had used standard building practices, they could have earned at least a 50 percent kickback from those 800 million.

Even if half of that 50% rebate is given to Song Yixuan, Mr. Li's company can still make a considerable net profit.

Therefore, this deal is a sure win for both parties.

"Mr. Li is a straightforward person. It's a pleasure to work with him."

Song Yixuan crossed his legs, raised his glass, and clinked it against President Li's.

Since his grandfather handed the group over to Song Guanting to manage, he could no longer overspend as recklessly as before, once he exceeded his monthly allowance.

Having taken over this project, once he signs the contract privately, the kickbacks he receives will be enough for him to squander for quite some time.

He had his eye on the newly launched Bugatti for a long time; it was not only limited to a limited number of purchases, but also priced as high as 70 million.

In the past, Song Yixuan could simply swipe his card to pick up his car without even blinking.

But now it's completely impossible. Apart from the pocket money he gets, he can't get a single penny more from Song Guanting's nose.

So you can't blame him for this. Who told Song Guanting to be so stingy? It's no wonder he took kickbacks in private.

After drinking a round of drinks, Mr. Li handed over the contract with a smile.

After reading it once, Song Yixuan picked up a pen and was about to sign it.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open violently from the outside in.

"Who's so blind?"

Song Yixuan's mood was disturbed, and he looked up impatiently.

But when she glanced at him and saw that cold, stern face standing at the door, she was so frightened that she almost lost her backbone and knelt down on the spot.

"Brother... Brother? What brings you here? Weren't you on a business trip in France?"

Song Yixuan dared to meet with President Li privately to accept kickbacks partly because Song Guanting was away on a business trip.

He figured that Song Guanting wouldn't be back anytime soon, and being too far away to be of any use, he wouldn't know about this.

Unexpectedly, Song Guanting, who should have been thousands of miles away, appeared at the Sofitel Hotel.

Song Guanting stood tall and imposing like a pine tree, his face as indifferent as ever, but now carrying an air of chilling indifference, like the autumn wind.

A single cold glance from him was enough to make everyone present tremble.

Without saying a word, Song Guanting walked with the speed of the wind and arrived in front of Song Yixuan in a few strides.

He kicked the chair, knocking Song Yixuan to the ground.

"Song Yixuan, you really are like a monkey becoming king when the tiger is away."

"You want to take kickbacks in construction? You can have whatever you want to die, I can make it happen to you right now."