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

Song Guanting searched around but couldn't find Meng Tang.

In the end, all that was seen was a neatly ironed suit placed on the bed.

There were only the two of them in the room, so Meng Tang had to iron the suit for him herself.

It's rare to see such a virtuous side to a young wife.

Song Guanting smiled and walked over to pick up his suit jacket to change into.

At that moment, Assistant Zhou knocked on the door again, "President Song."

"Come in."

When Assistant Zhou pushed the door open, Song Guanting was buttoning the last button. His face was refined and noble, and his temperament was like that of a pine tree, but he had lost some of his usual coldness.

This clearly shows that he was in a good mood at the moment.

"You were outside just now and saw Madam leave?"

Assistant Zhou nodded: "Madam left quite quickly. I greeted her, but she didn't seem to hear me and just took the elevator away."

She didn't even wash up, but she ironed his suit before leaving in a hurry, as if she had some very difficult work to deal with.

But no matter how difficult the task, ironing his suit was always her top priority.

This shows that he is the most important person in her heart.

The smile on Song Guanting's lips deepened even more.

Considering his wife's rare virtuousness, he reluctantly forgave her for leaving without saying goodbye that morning.

"Mr. Song, is your wife satisfied with yesterday's birthday gift?"

Heaven knows that the busiest person at Meng Tang's birthday party was actually Assistant Zhou.

Originally, Song Guanting had only booked the Rose Hotel, and only the first and top floors were specially arranged as surprises.

The high-end gifts, covering all aspects of life including clothing, food, housing, and transportation, were all prepared on the spot when the elevator stopped at each double floor.

It was all because Song Guanting made a phone call, instructing Assistant Zhou to fill each double-layered room with gifts of all kinds within an hour, by any means necessary.

Assistant Zhou was puzzled, but the boss made a call, and he had to finish the task within the specified time, no matter how hard he worked.

Fortunately, Song Guanting had no shortage of money, and as the saying goes, money makes the world go round. Assistant Zhou made a phone call to Brilliant Department Store.

They sourced the goods directly from the group's shopping malls, and with the combined efforts of hundreds of employees, they managed to fill every double floor of the hotel with gifts within an hour, which led to the double surprise later on.

"Well done, your bonus will be doubled this month."

Nothing is more exciting than a direct bonus. Assistant Zhou suddenly felt no more back pain or leg pain, and his spirits were high. He could work for the boss for another five hundred years!

"Mr. Song, there's a business meeting in Shanghai today. The plane tickets are booked, and I'll be boarding in about an hour. This afternoon is a site visit to the industrial park, and there's a dinner party tonight..."

Assistant Zhou diligently explained the day's schedule to Song Guanting, following their usual practice.

Song Guanting lowered his eyes and flicked the prayer beads in his right hand with his slender finger.

He made such a fuss last night that he forgot he had to go on a business trip today, and he'll probably be away from home for at least two days.

After getting into the car, Song Guanting naturally took out his phone and reported: "I'm on a business trip today and won't be home for the next couple of days."

Looking in the rearview mirror, the driver chuckled and remarked, "Is Mr. Song reporting to his wife? You and your wife are so loving."

Song Guanting was like an old cadre; his cell phone was almost useless to him except for making and receiving calls and occasionally checking work messages.

Seeing him typing on his phone, it was obvious he was chatting with Meng Tang.

After all, Mr. Song, who stands at the top of the pyramid, believes in life that he should not waste his limited time on meaningless things.

For him, typing and chatting with others on his phone is an extremely boring and time-consuming activity.

Usually, if there's anything wrong, he just makes a phone call and that's it.

Only his young wife received this treatment.

Song Guanting gave a faint "hmm," reported the information, put down his phone, and opened his laptop to work.

Originally, Song Guanting did not have this habit. He always did things his own way and had never reported his whereabouts to anyone since he could remember.

It was also because Meng Tang didn't know he was away on a business trip, so she called him around dinner time.

Song Guanting felt it was a very small matter, so he simply explained that he was on a business trip.

Meng Tang didn't say anything at the time, but when Song Guanting returned from his business trip and went back to the bedroom, he found that Meng Tang had thrown out his pillow, clothes, and other toiletries all at once.

Meng Tang stood at the door, angrily accusing him: "If you're away from home for several days, even if it's for work, don't you know to let your wife know?"

"Since you don't see me as your wife, there's no need for us to sleep in the same room anymore. From today onwards, we'll live separately!"

So, forced to sleep in a guest room for one night, Song Guanting, who already had trouble sleeping and was also a light sleeper, barely slept a wink. The next day, he went to work at the company with a gloomy and deathly aura.

After that, whenever Song Guanting was away on business for more than a day, he would inform Meng Tang.

Maintaining a marital relationship is more troublesome than discussing a multi-billion dollar project.

Mr. Song has a deep understanding of this.

But even as they were about to board their flight, Meng Tang still hadn't replied.

Although Song Guanting knew very well that most of his wife's sweet words were just casual remarks and she didn't really mean them.

But for some reason, he found it very pleasing. In the past, when he was away on business for a few days, Meng Tang would send him messages like "Husband, be careful on the road" or "Husband, work hard to earn money to support your wife," which were so cloying they were almost unbearable.

But almost an hour has passed since he sent the message, and there has still been no response.

Although Song Guanting was working, his attention kept involuntarily glancing at his phone.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated, and Song Guanting picked it up immediately.

But the smile that hadn't yet formed in his eyes vanished instantly, leaving only a deep, frozen void.

The reason was that it wasn't Meng Tang's reply, but rather a spam text message.

Song Guanting felt inexplicably irritated and rubbed the Buddhist prayer beads on his right wrist.

"Mr. Song, it's time to board the plane."

It wasn't until Assistant Zhou reminded him that Song Guanting stood up with a cold face.

As if unwilling to give up, he opened WeChat one last time to take a look.

The chat history remains stuck on the message he sent.

Song Guanting coldly turned off the phone.

His wife is probably still busy; she'll definitely reply to him once he gets off the plane.

He thought it with certainty.

*

The British Empire Club.

When Meng Tang took off her scarf, Li Su immediately noticed the very conspicuous hickey on her snow-white swan neck.

He clicked his tongue, saying as expected, "Looks like you and your partner had a pretty intense night last night, so you completely forgot about me and didn't even have time to reply to my messages?"

"Don't mention that bastard, it ruins your mood."

Meng Tang was clearly uninterested, and even in the lively atmosphere of the live performance, she couldn't muster any enthusiasm.

Li Su found it strange. "Song Guanting not only remembered your birthday, but also booked the entire Rose Hotel. He's so extravagantly celebrating your birthday, yet you don't seem very happy about it?"

Meng Tang took a sip of wine.

"I found a business card in Song Guanting's suit pocket."