Whoosh.
With the successful sending of the voice message, the handsome masseur skewered a cherry tomato with a toothpick and brought it to Meng Tang’s lips.
As Meng Tang chewed with her cheeks puffed out, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt deep down.
Spending her husband’s money, driving her husband’s car, and enjoying the services of a group of young men—just thinking about it felt so sinful~
So comfortable~
The guilt vanished as quickly as it came, and Meng Tang turned over comfortably, signaling the masseur to work on the other side.
Besides, she wasn’t asking for much. She estimated that Song Guantang’s business trip would last at least a week. Spending one million in a week—she was practically saving him money.
So, he should be the one feeling guilty. Having such a thrifty wife was a blessing earned over eight lifetimes!
Ding-dong.
“Alipay payment received: one million yuan.”
Li Su didn’t even open her eyes under her face mask. “Your husband is always quick with the money transfers.”
“I’ll definitely make Fu Jishu learn from him someday.”
The sweet scent of money reminded Meng Tang that it was already lunchtime. One million for a phone call—Song Guantang was the one getting a bargain.
Meng Tang gestured for silence and casually dialed the “sucker’s” number.
The phone rang twice before it was answered, and a low, magnetic, slightly cold yet pleasant voice came through: “Is there something else?”
Accompanying his words was the sound of keyboard typing.
It seemed Song Guantang was working while taking the call.
“Can’t I call you just because I miss you? If I’m calling, it must be because I’m thinking of you~”
Setting aside Song Guantang’s hidden crazy side, at the very least, he was an extremely generous benefactor.
When it came to giving money, there was nothing to complain about. As a money enthusiast, Meng Tang could provide emotional value as long as the money was sufficient.
Creating the persona of a loving and virtuous wife came naturally to her.
Sweet talk flowed effortlessly from her lips—her words were as sweet as honey, but her heartbeat remained steady as a rock.
There was a pause on the other end, followed by a faint “Mm,” with no discernible emotion in his tone.
Meng Tang was used to Song Guantang’s aloof nature. The necessary steps had to be followed meticulously to showcase her professionalism.
“It’s almost lunchtime. Even while working, you should eat on time, or your stomach will hurt again. I packed your stomach medicine in the top compartment of your suitcase. If you feel unwell, take it right away.”
As the saying goes, nine out of ten domineering CEOs suffer from stomachaches, and the tenth is busy nursing their stomach.
After completing the caring routine, Meng Tang finally asked the most crucial question.
“When are you coming back?”
Before he could answer, a loud bang echoed through the phone, like a car crash, followed by crackling static.
Meng Tang’s heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly sat up.
The original novel never mentioned Song Guantang getting into a car accident at this time. She hadn’t saved enough money yet—her benefactor couldn’t afford to get hurt!
“Honey? Song Guantang, what happened? Is everything okay?”
After a moment, Song Guantang’s indifferent voice came through: “It’s nothing, just a minor accident.”
Meng Tang breathed a sigh of relief. It was a relief that her benefactor was fine—the money would keep flowing.
But then, someone’s voice came from the other end of the phone.
“I’m so sorry. I was in a hurry and didn’t notice the traffic light. I bumped into your car. How much do I need to pay?”
“Let’s go through insurance. They’ll contact you later.””Sorry, I’m planning to return to China soon, so if we go through insurance, there will probably be a lot of procedures. How about I just transfer the money directly to you?”
The driver didn’t dare make the decision, so he consulted Song Guantang.
“Mr. Song, this lady is also from China. She wants to pay directly. Is that okay?”
Song Guantang didn’t respond. In the silence, however, he heard the woman’s surprised gasp: “You’re… Song Guantang?”
“Long time no see. I’m Chu Weiwei. I’m really sorry, I was in a hurry and accidentally scraped your car. How much should I pay? I’ll transfer it to you right now.”
Holy crap!
Chu Weiwei?
The original novel’s female lead?
The original book never mentioned that Chu Weiwei and Song Guantang had already met in France!
Thinking about how in the book, whenever Song Guantang encountered Chu Weiwei, he would act like an out-of-control NPC, going crazy and wanting to engage in imprisonment play with her.
Meeting this early in a foreign country, wouldn’t that just rekindle old flames and advance the plot ahead of schedule?
Meng Tang could tolerate many things, but messing with her sugar daddy before she had saved enough money to run away? Absolutely not!
Too agitated, Meng Tang kicked her foot, and the manicurist, caught off guard, accidentally cut her toe with the nail clipper. The pain made her gasp sharply.
“Ouch—that hurts!”
A burst of static came from the other end of the phone, followed by the man’s deep voice: “What happened?”
Meng Tang’s mind raced. Holding her foot and staring at the tiny wound that would heal if she didn’t hurry to the hospital, she pitifully whined and played the victim.
“I was backing up and didn’t pay attention, someone hit me, and my foot got crushed. It hurts so much, I can’t walk. Honey, come back quickly, it hurts so bad, waaah…”
She couldn’t squeeze out a single tear, but no one could outperform her in emotional delivery.
“Send me your location.”
Song Guantang was brief and to the point: “The butler will take you to see a doctor.”
Tsk, this money-obsessed sugar daddy really had no sense of romance.
“But I want you by my side. Don’t you know that when someone is fragile and sick, they only want the closest person with them?”
“I don’t want the butler with me. I want you with me.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, his tone still as light as the wind: “Meng Tang, be good.”
“Song Guantang, you don’t care about me at all. You don’t love me. I’m telling you, if you dare talk to other women in France or add any of the opposite sex on WeChat, I’ll divorce you!”
Click.
After delivering her threat, Meng Tang didn’t give him a chance to respond. She hung up the phone with an indignant attitude.
Mastering the intensity of such threats was tricky.
You had to strike first, making your stance clear while cutting off any possibility of the other person cheating.
If it were any other woman, the chances of success would be high.
But considering how in the book, whenever Song Guantang encountered Chu Weiwei, it was like an NPC triggering a quest—the domineering CEO instantly turning into a crazy, lovestruck fool—this kind of mild threat probably had minimal effect.
Meng Tang rested her chin on her hand and sighed in frustration.
“Happy times are always so short. Once Chu Weiwei returns to China, the two of us will have to start the hell dungeon.”
Although transmigrating into a book was a pain, Meng Tang and Li Su were like unkillable cockroaches. They might as well treat it like playing a game.The male and female leads are the bosses in the game, while the two antagonists are the big spenders who fund their gaming. The speed of clearing levels depends entirely on how much money these spenders throw in.
Li Su concluded, “So we should still seize the day and enjoy ourselves. How about hitting Angel Bar tonight?”
Meng Tang’s sorrow vanished in an instant. “The lead singer of Storm Band has an absolutely incredible smoky and husky voice!”
Li Su: “I still prefer the bassist—with that long hair, you can’t even tell if they’re male or female.”
No, can’t say more, or I’ll start drooling.
Adults never make choices—they want it all!