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

If he insists on believing that...

Li Su could only sigh resignedly, "Yes, yes, I love my handsome and charming husband the most. Are you satisfied? Are you happy?"

Fu Jishu's lips curved into a deeper smile. He raised his hand, his fingertips resting on her red lips, and gently pressed down.

"So, in Mrs. Fu's eyes, I am indeed so handsome and charming. I suppose I'm satisfied for now, but those thousand set meals..."

Li Su quickly grabbed his arm and led him in another direction.

"I've been filming all day, don't you even care if I'm tired? All you think about is comparing yourself to others? In your heart, is vanity more important, or your wife?"

"Three seconds, one, two, three, okay, you hesitated, so I'm not as important as your vanity, hmph, I'm angry!"

Li Su's little mouth kept chattering, giving Fu Jishu no chance to interrupt.

As he spoke, he let go of her hand and walked forward on his own.

Fu Jishu sighed and resignedly chased after him.

"Okay, I won't order anymore. Don't be angry, let's go home."

He caught up in a few steps and naturally took his wife's soft hand in his.

They were still holding hands.

Li Su gave a sly smile.

A minor villain, easily controlled.

*

Genting Highlands.

Meng Tang sat on the bed in the master bedroom, watching Song Guanting standing by the bed, slowly untying his tie, her mind racing.

That won't do. If we start having sex right now, with that bastard Song Guanting's stamina, she'll probably die of exhaustion at her workstation.

We need to think of a way to stall for time so she can get more rest.

Think of something... I've got it!

Meng Tang leaped up and grabbed Song Guanting's hand.

Song Guanting was stopped, halting his action of loosening his tie. He raised an eyebrow and looked down at his wife, whose face clearly read, "I'm plotting against you."

"Song Guanting, just sleeping like this is so boring. How about we play a little game?"

Song Guanting saw through his wife's thoughts at a glance and casually replied, "We can play games while we sleep."

Thinking back to how Song Guanting would always have sudden inspirations and develop some novel positions in bed...

Meng Tang blushed.

This is not a bus heading to the kindergarten!

"No, I'm in charge. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Listen to your wife and you'll get rich'? So you have to listen to me!"

He was curious to see what new and ingenious ideas his young wife had come up with this time out of laziness.

Song Guanting replied leisurely, "So, what game do you want to play?"

Meng Tang jumped off the bed with a whoosh and ran out. A little while later, she returned with something mysterious in her arms.

"Gobang."

Meng Tang spread the chessboard out on the bed and began to explain the rules of the game.

"The rules of the game are very simple. When one side captures another side's piece, the other side has to take off an article of clothing for each capture. This continues until they are all naked. How about it? Are you up for a try?"

This game is actually quite interesting.

Song Guanting gave a meaningful smile, his deep eyes scanning his wife's curvaceous figure from head to toe. "Okay."

"Wait a minute, to be fair..."

Meng Tang then quickly pulled out several pieces of clothing from the closet and put them on herself.

"Are you blatantly cheating?"

Song Guanting said this, but his tone was one of endless indulgence.

Meng Tang retorted confidently, "You've got at least five pieces of clothing, including your jacket and shirt. I only have one long skirt, and you took it all off after losing two games. Is that fair?"

"Okay, it's up to you."

Meng Tang was eager to get started.

Just kidding, she's never lost at Gomoku; even Su Su is no match for her.

Today she was determined to make Song Guanting lose everything, down to his underwear, and then film his most humiliating moment.

We can bring it up again later and use it to threaten him.

perfect!

How could she come up with such a clever idea with her little brain?

after an hour.

Feeling both ashamed and embarrassed, Meng Tang pressed down hard on the only piece of underwear she was wearing.

"No, if you take it off any more, there won't be any left!"

Song Guanting said lightly, "Tangtang, you have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Meng Tang looked indignant. She was almost completely naked, while Song Guanting hadn't even untied his tie.

Still dressed so impeccably, it's infuriating!

"Song Guanting, did you cheat? Otherwise, how come I haven't won a single game?"

Meng Tang, who had been so confident that she would make Song Guanting, that cunning old scoundrel, look bad this time, never expected this.

In the end, the boomerang ended up piercing herself, a complete mishap!

Song Guanting shrugged. "This is Gomoku, not playing cards. How can I cheat? Tangtang, you're not a sore loser, are you?"

“Who can’t afford to lose?”

Meng Tang angrily took off her last piece of clothing, displaying a heroic spirit of cutting off her own wrist.

"Come again!"

She refused to believe that she couldn't win a single game that night!

But to everyone's surprise, Song Guanting simply flipped his hand and threw the black piece that was between his two fingers back into the chess tube with a thud.

"But Tangtang, you have no more stakes left."

As he spoke, Song Guanting placed one hand on the chessboard and scrambled all the pieces.

As he spoke, he slowly moved forward.

It's a dangerous situation where a cheetah spots its prey, closing in step by step, ready to swallow it whole.

"So you only have one way, and that is—"

Without giving Meng Tang a chance to escape, he wrapped his other hand around her slender waist. His palm was large and hot, and the moment it touched her, it felt as if it could burn Meng Tang's delicate skin.

"Flesh—for repayment".

Meng Tang was both ashamed and angry: "Song Guanting, you're shameless..."

Before he could finish speaking, a domineering kiss overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

With a shake, the chessboard was overturned, and countless chess pieces rolled to the ground with a clatter.

The pleasant collision sound and the ambiguous movements were a perfect match.

When she was so tired that she couldn't even move a finger, Meng Tang had only one thought in her mind.

What kind of pig brain could come up with the idea of ​​using Gomoku (Five in a Row) to stall for time!

Before collapsing from exhaustion, Meng Tang, as if deflated, used the last bit of strength she had left, and in what she considered to be a very fierce bite, she bit Song Guanting's shoulder.

Having finally managed to eat his fill, President Song curled his lips in satisfaction.

With utmost tenderness, he tucked his wife's sweat-dampened hair behind her ear.

"Will you still play Gomoku in the future? Hmm?"

His thin lips, carrying a burning breath, lingered in Meng Tang's ear.

Meng Tang simply repeated, unconsciously, in broken, hoarse murmurs, "No more, no more..."

Song Guanting chuckled softly, finally letting go of his exhausted wife and carrying her to take a bath.

After tidying up Meng Tang and placing her on the bed, Song Guanting went to take a bath.

I looked in the mirror.

Good heavens, his back was covered in scratches from being grabbed by fingers.

It seems I need to trim my wife's nails shorter in the future, otherwise she'll scratch him until he's practically a streaky mess.