The corners of Song Guantang’s lips curved upward.
He found that his little wife was always easily satisfied—a car worth just over two hundred thousand yuan had already made her beam with joy.
After receiving the new car, it wasn’t until Meng Tang woke up the next morning that she remembered the string of Small-Leaf Sandalwood Pixiu Prayer Beads she had previously taken for free from the temple.
She woke up early, and for once, Song Guantang was still asleep.
Meng Tang glanced over first to make sure Song Guantang hadn’t woken up, then stealthily took out the prayer beads from her bag.
She measured them against Song Guantang’s hand and, because his left wrist already had a watch, decided to slip them onto his right hand instead.
When Meng Tang had first crossed over, it was on her wedding night with Song Guantang.
What had left the deepest impression on her was his hands—hands so perfect they could have been hand models.
Pale and slender, like sections of meticulously trimmed green bamboo, they felt like a piece of cool jade when held.
Afraid of waking him, Meng Tang carefully slid the beads onto his wrist, even holding her breath as she did so.
Completely unaware that Song Guantang had already woken up the moment she started putting them on.
Song Guantang had suffered from chronic insomnia for years. It was only after marrying Meng Tang and sharing a bed with her that he no longer needed medication to force himself to sleep.
Even though his condition had improved significantly, he still slept lightly and woke easily.
When he first opened his eyes, there was a rare hint of confusion in Song Guantang’s gaze.
But as soon as he saw the string of prayer beads being slipped onto his wrist and the cautious, careful expression on his little wife’s face, as if afraid to wake him, he guessed that this was a surprise she had prepared for him.
The icy chill in Song Guantang’s eyes melted away in an instant, like the thawing of snow and the revival of all things, replaced by a gentle, flickering warmth.
Once successfully placed, the prayer beads rested perfectly on his wrist bone, adding an alluring sense of asceticism to Song Guantang’s hand.
It was as if he were a high monk who had cultivated for a thousand years, just one step away from attaining enlightenment and ascending to immortality.
Meng Tang examined her work and nodded in satisfaction.
Her taste was indeed impeccable—it looked as if it were tailor-made for Song Guantang. So much for the saying that cheap things are no good!
Besides, she hadn’t spent a single cent to get it. What a bargain!
“When did you buy this?”
Suddenly hearing a clear, cool voice tinged with a hint of warmth and laughter, Meng Tang jumped in fright.
Turning her head, she saw Song Guantang gazing at her with eyes as dark as ink.
Her reflection was captured in his pupils, condensed into a tiny figure, giving the illusion that his eyes could hold only her.
“When did you wake up? You didn’t make a sound—you scared me.”
Meng Tang patted her chest and shot him a reproachful glare.
Song Guantang sat up, and as he raised his hand, the prayer beads slid forward with the movement. The smooth, purple beads contrasted beautifully with his pale skin.
“Just now.”
Of course, he wouldn’t say that he had been awake for a while, watching his little wife stealthily put the prayer beads on him.
“A couple of days ago, when I went to the mountains for inspiration, I saw this string of prayer beads at a temple. I thought it suited your temperament perfectly, so I bought it. Consider it a thank-you gift for the car you gave me yesterday.”
Meng Tang sat on the edge of the bed, her snow-white legs bent, tilting her head as she looked at him with her starry almond-shaped eyes, filled with an expectant smile, hoping for his praise.
“Do you like it?”
As if infected by her smiling eyes, Song Guantang’s tone noticeably brightened as he hummed in agreement. “What kind of temperament do I have?””Outwardly ascetic and aloof, but inwardly a repressed beast.”
Song Guantang lightly tapped her forehead with a bent finger. “You’re quite skilled at crafting balanced phrases.”
Well, as a cultured person, she was just average.
Meng Tang was about to go back to sleep when the man suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
With a gentle pull forward, she tumbled into his embrace.
Before Meng Tang could react, Song Guantang’s tall frame cast a shadow over her, almost completely enveloping her petite form.
Having slept together so many times, practice makes perfect. Meng Tang could quickly discern his intentions from his words and actions.
Blushing with shame, she said, “Isn’t it a bit too early in the morning for this? Besides, don’t you have a meeting at seven? Mr. Song, who never misses a meeting?”
Even the donkeys on a production team weren’t as diligent as Song Guantang. Meng Tang even thought that, aside from business trips, their wedding, and her illness yesterday, he had probably never missed a morning meeting.
He truly embodied the spirit of hard work—no wonder he was rich.
“Mrs. Song gave me a gift, so it’s only right that I return the favor.”
Meng Tang: “…That’s really not necessary.”
Song Guantang pretended not to hear: “Greatly beneficial? Good.”
“Good your head—mmph…”
All her words were swallowed by his intense kisses.
Already frustrated from not being able to bathe the night before, she was now drenched in sweat again thanks to Song Guantang’s antics early in the morning.
Feeling sticky and irritable, Meng Tang angrily bit the back of Song Guantang’s neck.
Song Guantang hissed softly, his thumb pressing against her flushed eyelid in what seemed like retaliation.
But the pressure wasn’t heavy—more like a form of flirtation.
“Are you a dog? Biting when you’re unhappy, hmm?”
Meng Tang glared at him. “Indulging in debauchery in broad daylight, a beast in gentleman’s clothing.”
Song Guantang planted another kiss, light as a breeze, tinged with an inexplicable, restrained tenderness.
“Then don’t provoke me so casually.”
Who’s provoking you? Even a dog wouldn’t provoke you! Don’t talk nonsense!
Meng Tang was too exhausted to move. Fortunately, it was daytime, and with work ahead, Song Guantang wasn’t as tireless as he was at night.
Just as she was about to drift back to sleep, she felt a slight sting on her neck, as if bitten by a mosquito.
Before she could think too much about it, Song Guantang’s low, husky voice whispered in her ear.
“Sleep a little longer.”
In the CEO’s office of Baishi Group.
Assistant Zhou noticed early on that Mr. Song seemed particularly cheerful today, his mood exceptionally good.
For instance, he was clearly dissatisfied with the newly revised proposal, but he surprisingly didn’t summon the executives to berate them face-to-face.
Instead, he handed the proposal to Assistant Zhou. As he raised his hand, the Buddhist prayer beads on his right wrist slid forward by two inches, giving Assistant Zhou a clear view.
“Mr. Song, these prayer beads…”
Assistant Zhou was about to ask why Song Guantang had suddenly started wearing such an accessory. After all, he always pursued simplicity and luxury, wearing only a wristwatch. Even his wedding ring was tucked away in a drawer, gathering dust.
But today, he had broken his usual habit by wearing a string of prayer beads. Judging by the quality of the beads, they seemed quite ordinary—like the kind you’d get as a cheap buy-one-get-one-free deal on the street for ten yuan.
Why would Mr. Song wear such cheap goods?
Song Guantang’s gaze shifted toward him. He said nothing, but the authority he exuded made Assistant Zhou change his words mid-sentence.
“They look really nice, and the style is quite unique. Where did you buy them?”Song Guanting seemed satisfied with Assistant Zhou’s response. He withdrew his gaze, letting it fall back onto the prayer beads. His usually indifferent eyes seemed to soften slightly in that moment.
“She gave it to me.”
Concise and to the point, it instantly enlightened Assistant Zhou. “So it was from Mrs. Song. Mrs. Song has excellent taste. You just returned from your business trip, and she already prepared a gift for you. She must be thinking of you all the time.”
Song Guanting’s expression relaxed. He set down the fountain pen. “Prepare the car.”
Yesterday’s on-site inspection had been rescheduled for today.
As Song Guanting stood up, Assistant Zhou noticed something and handed over a band-aid, hesitating to speak.
“Mr. Song, perhaps… you should cover your neck?”