Song Guantang sat at his desk, facing a computer with several split screens.
The head of the planning department was in the middle of a work report when a sweet, soft, and sticky voice—like melted marshmallow—suddenly echoed through the entire online meeting.
Everyone heard it clearly.
Husband?
Sticky all over?
Bath?
What kind of suggestive talk was this? Such private details of his personal life—were they, as subordinates, really allowed to hear this without paying?
Wait, was President Song married?
Since when?
And he never wore a wedding ring, did he?
The gazes of the executives involuntarily shifted to Song Guantang’s left hand. Indeed, his ring finger was bare.
Could it be… a kept mistress?
It wasn’t unusual for such arrangements to involve pet names like “husband” and “wife” in private. Who would have thought that President Song, who seemed as unattainable as a flower on a high peak, actually played it so wild!
Song Guantang’s gaze shifted from the computer to Meng Tang.
Seeing her wearing only a silk slip nightgown, with a pair of straight, snow-white legs exposed to the air, he couldn’t help but frown coldly.
Her fever had just broken, and here she was running around in such thin clothing.
Utterly reckless.
“No.”
Song Guantang’s attitude was firm; he had no intention of indulging her on this point.
He glanced down at his wristwatch—it was almost lunchtime. “Take your medicine first.”
Meng Tang pattered over and threw herself headlong into Song Guantang’s arms.
She plopped down onto his lap, extending a pair of soft, snow-white hands to wrap around the back of his neck.
“If you won’t let me take a bath, I’ll pass my cold to you!”
Meng Tang threatened fiercely and immediately put her words into action, leaning in to plant messy kisses on Song Guantang’s lips.
Mouth-to-mouth transmission!
A hundred percent infection rate!
Song Guantang leaned back in his chair, one hand wrapping around her slender waist to keep her from falling, while the other reached toward the desk. However, Meng Tang’s sudden kisses blocked his view, and he fumbled twice before finally finding the computer.
Under the stunned gazes of all the executives in the video conference, he calmly and composedly closed the laptop.
Click.
Meng Tang’s peripheral vision caught the moment the laptop snapped shut.
She immediately stopped her frantic kissing, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.
Her neck stiffened as she slowly, inch by inch, turned to look.
“What… were you doing just now?”
Song Guantang replied with serene composure, “A video conference.”
Meng Tang’s mind went blank, and for a moment, she didn’t know where to put her hands and feet.
“Then… then when I came in, the meeting should have… already ended, right?”
Song Guanting raised an eyebrow slightly. “The planning department was in the middle of their report.”
A chorus of screaming chickens roared in Meng Tang’s heart.
Overwhelmed with shame, she covered her face with her hands, flustered as she tried to scramble off Song Guantang’s lap.
“Why didn’t you warn me! Song Guantang, you’re absolutely terrible!”
Song Guantang showed no remorse, countering, “Mrs. Song, did you give me a chance to speak?”
She had pounced on him, clung to him, and showered him with kisses.
“I’m not talking to you anymore! Don’t you dare cross this line!”
Flustered and angry, Meng Tang drew an imaginary line in the air to express her fury.
But Song Guantang had no intention of letting her escape. His strong arms tightened around her waist, and he scooped her up, cradling her against his chest.
As her body left the ground, Meng Tang instinctively wrapped her arms around Song Guantang’s neck.After snapping back to reality, she began kicking her snow-white feet vigorously.
“What are you doing? Put me down!”
Song Guantang let her struggle, holding her steadily as he strode forward with his long legs. “Who told you to come out dressed so lightly?”
“None of your business! Anyway, I have no face left to show anyone!”
If Song Guantang hadn’t brought it up, Meng Tang might not have remembered. She had been wearing a sexy spaghetti-strap nightgown, and so many people had seen her. She couldn’t go on living!
“They didn’t see.”
If they had, Song Guantang would have unplugged the computer long ago. Meng Tang was sitting high on his lap, so the camera only captured a glimpse of her back.
And he had covered most of it with his hand. They had mainly heard her voice.
Fortunately, Meng Tang was an optimist. After confirming that the executives hadn’t seen much, she reluctantly comforted herself, thinking it was like being nibbled by a pig.
Then, she turned her attention to taking a shower.
“I’ll just rinse off quickly—three minutes, I promise I’ll be out in three minutes, okay?”
Meng Tang was particular about cleanliness, especially disliking the feeling of stickiness on her skin.
Even when she was exhausted from being with Song Guantang in bed, she would make him carry her to the shower. Otherwise, she couldn’t fall asleep.
She had thought Song Guantang would refuse again, but instead, he entered the bathroom first.
Then, he raised his hand slightly. “Come in.”
Meng Tang’s eyes lit up, thinking he had agreed. She happily ran over.
“I’m going to take a shower. Why aren’t you leaving?”
Song Guantang picked up a towel. “You can only wipe yourself, not shower.”
Meng Tang couldn’t believe it. “You want me to just wipe myself dry?”
“I’ll help you.”
Meng Tang: “…Should I thank you, then?”
Song Guantang: “It’s no trouble at all.”
Your mother***
“I’ll do it myself.”
Meng Tang hesitated awkwardly.
Song Guantang raised an eyebrow. “Is there any part of your body I haven’t seen?”
Meng Tang: “…”
If this conversation continued, she’d be banned!
When Song Guantang said he would help her wipe down, he truly meant it.
His little wife’s skin was as fair as snow, smooth like the finest silk.
Song Guantang had initially come to supervise her to prevent her from secretly taking a shower behind his back.
But as he wiped her down, the atmosphere began to change.
Having slept together so many times, Meng Tang quickly noticed Song Guantang’s breathing growing heavier, his gaze darkening with barely restrained desire.
A mischievous glint flashed in Meng Tang’s eyes as she decided to tease him.
“Mr. Song, are you having a hard time?”
“But what can we do? I still have a cold. Surely Mr. Song isn’t so beastly as to take advantage of a sick person, right?”
As she spoke, Meng Tang deliberately let her fingertips glide over the back of Song Guantang’s hand, like a hook.
She was only responsible for igniting the fire, not for putting it out.
Seeing Song Guantang’s breathing grow erratic, the little temptress planned to flee after provoking him.
But would Song Guantang give her that chance?
Of course not. With a long reach of his arm, he pulled her back in one swift motion, gripping her wrist.
Meng Tang stumbled and fell into his embrace.
His dangerously low and husky voice sounded above her head: “Then you’ll have to compensate me in another way.”
What way?
Before Meng Tang could process the thought, Song Guantang had already guided her hand all the way…
Meng Tang’s face flushed instantly, a wave of heat rushing straight to the top of her head.
Her tongue even tied itself in knots: “You… you… you shameless man! Let go of me! I won’t do such a vulgar thing with you!”
“Too late.”
Only starting a fire but not putting it out?
Wishful thinking.
“Song Guantang, you shameless—mmph…”
All her curses were swallowed by the man’s scorching kiss as he lowered his head.Meng Tang was powerless to resist, and could only make a final threat in frustration: “Kiss me and I’ll give you my cold!”
Song Guantang’s palm held her tightly, and his little wife’s threat was just like the resistance she pressed against his chest.
Soft and weak, like a kitten scratching.
It didn’t hurt or itch, but instead carried a flirtatious tone of feigned refusal.
“My immune system is strong.”