What the hell kind of strong resistance!
This pervert!
That last round of wiping down was all for nothing; she had to wipe herself clean again. In the end, Meng Tang was still carried out of the bathroom by Song Guantang.
Only her delicate little face, like a flower bud nourished by dew, was exceptionally rosy, vibrant, and captivating.
After quickly burrowing under the covers, Meng Tang glared at Song Guantang indignantly.
“A beast in gentleman’s clothing!”
The beast in gentleman’s clothing leisurely straightened the sleeves that had been wrinkled by Meng Tang’s grasp. “Will you have lunch downstairs, or should I have it brought up?”
Meng Tang couldn’t very well admit that her plastic husband had made her legs so weak she couldn’t even get out of bed.
Besides, it was just his hands—how embarrassing would it be to say something like that out loud? So, with great confidence, she declared, “Of course I’ll eat downstairs.”
“I won’t eat with a pervert.”
Song Guantang wasn’t the least bit angry. He simply hummed in acknowledgment. “I still have a meeting to attend. You go ahead and eat.”
Who cares about you!
Meng Tang headed downstairs for lunch without looking back.
Chen Ma had finished setting the table and, seeing only Meng Tang in the dining room, couldn’t help but ask, “Madam, why hasn’t Sir come down to eat yet?”
“He’s in a meeting. Don’t worry, skipping one meal won’t starve him to death.”
Besides, that bastard has so much energy; he deserves to go hungry for a bit.
Chen Ma sighed. “It’s rare for Sir to be home at noon and have the chance to eat with you, Madam. Shouldn’t we call him down to join you? Besides, Sir has a sensitive stomach. If his stomach acts up again, it won’t be good.”
Fine, fine. For the sake of that bastard earning money for her to spend, she’d reluctantly agree to eat with him.
Since Song Guantang was rarely home during the day, the kitchen had prepared a full table of dishes. Meng Tang couldn’t possibly finish them all by herself. Song Guantang could be cursed, but food absolutely must not be wasted.
“Then, Chen Ma, go call him from the study.”
Chen Ma smiled. “We wouldn’t dare disturb Sir while he’s working. Your words are the most effective, Madam.”
Meng Tang found it strange. Why did everyone think Song Guantang would listen to her?
They were clearly the most familiar strangers, the most plastic of married couples.
Meng Tang couldn’t be bothered to go up and down, so she simply sent Song Guantang a WeChat message.
Concise and to the point—Eat.
Not long after, footsteps could be heard from upstairs. Song Guantang was coming down, but he was still holding a tablet, with one earbud in his ear.
As he descended, he continued discussing work matters.
Clearly, the video conference wasn’t over, but he had actually kept it running while coming downstairs to eat.
Meng Tang was amazed by his ability to multitask.
At the very least, she couldn’t do it. It had to be said, the great villain possessed extraordinary intelligence—as long as he didn’t get involved with the female lead, he would never be foolishly love-struck.
Once Song Guantang took his seat, it was time to eat.
Song Guantang was extremely picky, while Meng Tang, in contrast, ate almost anything and was very easy to please.
The only thing she disliked was shelling.
Today, there were her favorite braised prawns, but peeling the shells was such a hassle.
Meng Tang rested her chin on one hand, her gaze drifting toward Song Guantang across the table.
Even while working and eating at the same time, Song Guantang’s posture remained elegant—unhurried, methodical, exuding the air of a noble gentleman.
Putting on airs.
Meng Tang grumbled inwardly, then couldn’t help but wonder:
If Song Guantang could multitask with two things, could he handle three at once?Meng Tang had always been a woman of action. With this thought in mind, she had already picked up her bowl and chopsticks and moved from the opposite side to the seat next to Song Guantang.
Song Guantang had noticed her movements long ago, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.
The corners of his thin lips lifted ever so slightly.
His little wife was truly clingy. Not only did she insist on him accompanying her for meals, but she also had to sit right beside him.
It seemed that when he was busy with work and not at home, leaving her to eat alone, she must have felt extremely lonely and isolated.
As he thought this, a pair of chopsticks picked up a prawn and placed it on his plate.
Song Guantang’s gaze shifted over. Meng Tang blinked innocently at him, conveying her message with her eyes.
What are you looking at? Peeling shrimp for your wife is a husband’s essential duty!
Song Guantang let out a sigh that seemed tinged with helplessness.
The executives on the other end of the video call thought they had made some mistake in their work, causing President Song to sigh, and they all held their breath in fear.
Then, they saw President Song, who had been eating leisurely, suddenly set down his chopsticks and picked up a prawn from his plate.
With those slender, jade-like hands, he began peeling the shell unhurriedly, as if crafting a work of art.
After peeling the entire prawn cleanly, his right hand moved out of the camera frame.
And the perfectly intact prawn meat appeared in Meng Tang’s bowl.
Meng Tang expressed her satisfaction and then piled his plate high with more prawns for him to peel at his leisure.
Thus, by the time the meeting ended, Song Guantang had just finished peeling an entire plate of prawns.
Chen Ma watched from the side, her heart in her throat, while Madam ate with relish, completely unconcerned that her demand for her husband to peel shrimp might anger him.
But after the entire plate of prawns had been peeled, Chen Ma promptly handed over a handkerchief. Song Guanting wiped each finger meticulously, his movements unhurried.
His gaze fell on Meng Tang, carrying the satisfaction of someone who had carefully raised a small pet and was now watching it eat with its cheeks puffed out, feeling quite pleased.
“Full now?”
After eating and drinking her fill, Meng Tang’s mood had improved, and she finally gave Song Guantang a pleasant look.
“I’m going back to work tomorrow.”
Tomorrow was mainly about negotiations with the investors. The preliminary discussions were mostly settled, and tomorrow would be about signing the contract. Once the investors transferred the funds, the new drama could begin filming.
Song Guantang frowned slightly but didn’t refuse outright. He simply said, “I’ll have the driver take you there tomorrow.”
“No need, I’ll drive myself. I’m not dizzy or feverish anymore, and I’ll definitely be back to my energetic self by tomorrow. Of course, if you hadn’t bullied me half an hour ago, I might have recovered even faster.”
Meng Tang deliberately provoked him, but Song Guantang remained unfazed. “The doctor said sweating helps detoxify the body. I was helping you clear toxins and strengthen your health.”
Meng Tang: “…”
Go ahead and spin your tales. I’ll just sit here and listen quietly.
At that moment, the butler stepped forward and handed over a supercar-shaped key, colored purple.
“You’ve been driving that Wuling for a long time. This is the new Xiaomi SU7 model. It’s moderately priced and inconspicuous, meeting your requirements. Drive this one tomorrow.”
Since Meng Tang planned to divorce Song Guantang sooner or later, she didn’t want to reveal her identity as a wealthy socialite. For work, she had always driven a Wuling Mini electric car.
The pink electric car always looked so out of place among the garage full of luxury vehicles, each costing at least a million yuan.Meng Tang couldn’t help but recall that just a couple of days ago, while chatting with her best friend, they happened to discuss the new electric car launched by Xiaomi. Young people always love to follow trends, and this model was all the rage at the moment.
Song Guantang must have overheard it unintentionally. She never expected him to secretly order one.
A sweet warmth filled Meng Tang’s heart as she unhesitatingly took the car keys.
“Husband earns the money, wife spends it. Thank you, the best husband in the world—love you, sending hearts~”