It must be known that Song Guantang was someone who never liked wasting time on trivial matters.
For him, the people he hired at great expense were not there to idle around.
Thus, the CEO, who had never lifted a finger for household chores, had never personally stepped into the kitchen.
Cloud Peak Mansion alone had a full hundred servants, each with clear responsibilities and duties.
Song Guantang was usually busy with work and naturally wouldn’t spend energy on things that could be handled by others simply by spending money.
So when Chen Ma heard his question and saw him open the refrigerator, clumsily rummaging through it, she was greatly alarmed and hurried forward.
“Sir, would you like some honey water? You could have just told me. Why did you come downstairs yourself?”
Chen Ma skillfully retrieved a jar of honey from the inner side of the third shelf in the refrigerator.
But Song Guantang took the honey directly from Chen Ma’s hands, his tone indifferent and casual. “It’s fine, I’ll do it. It’s already very late, and I can’t let her drink anything too sweet.”
Others might struggle to control the sweetness when making honey water.
It was actually for the mistress?
Chen Ma watched in surprise as Song Guantang clumsily scooped a spoonful of honey, seemed to think it was too much, and poured some back.
Then he placed it in a glass, but considering that if it wasn’t sweet enough, his delicate little wife might make a fuss again, and he would be the one to deal with it in the end.
Song Guanting added a bit more before going to fetch water.
Seeing this, Chen Ma quickly stopped him. “Sir, for honey water, it’s best to use water between 40 and 50 degrees. Anything above 50 degrees will destroy the nutrients in the honey.”
Song Guantang’s brows furrowed seriously, as if studying an important document.
He hummed in acknowledgment and adjusted the water purifier to 45 degrees.
As he carried the freshly made honey water upstairs, Song Guanting paused on the steps of the spiral staircase and added another instruction.
“For tomorrow’s breakfast, prepare some high-carbohydrate foods.”
High carbohydrates aid digestion and are perfect for someone who had been drinking heavily the night before.
Chen Ma once again marveled at Song Guantang’s thoughtfulness and replied, “Yes, sir.”
After drinking the sweet honey water, Meng Tang was no longer as uncooperative as she had been when drinking the hangover tea earlier.
She finished every last drop and even smacked her lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction.
Song Guantang placed the glass aside and noticed a trace of moisture lingering at the corner of her lips.
He extended a slender, jade-like finger and gently wiped away the moisture.
But before he could retract his hand, Meng Tang’s tongue, licking her lips, brushed against the pad of his finger.
Then, without warning, she bit down on his finger.
Song Guantang was almost amused by the absurdity.
She bit him when she was angry.
And now, clearly happy, she still bit him.
Was his hand a chew toy?
But before Song Guantang could react further, he felt the pad of his finger being licked.
As if savoring something delicious.
Meng Tang even smacked her lips contentedly and murmured, “So sweet, so tasty.”
Song Guantang was momentarily stunned before realizing that he must have accidentally gotten some honey residue on his finger while preparing the honey earlier.
Her mouth was as sharp as a puppy’s—she could even taste the lingering sweetness.
But while a single lick was fine, her continuous smacking and licking felt almost like flirting.
Song Guantang suppressed his emotions, the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly.After all, he still considered that she was drunk and had already bullied her quite a bit in the bathroom.
Song Guantang forcibly withdrew his hand, pinning his restless little wife, who was eagerly trying to put it in her mouth, firmly on the bed.
“Meng Tang, if you keep tempting me, we won’t be sleeping tonight.”
His words sounded like a threat, but they were more an expression of restraint.
He really must have owed her in a past life!
But once the fire was ignited, it couldn’t be extinguished so easily.
After Song Guantang was forced to take a cold shower to barely calm down and emerged from the bathroom, the culprit had already rolled herself up like a spring roll, sleeping soundly and sweetly.
When Meng Tang woke up the next day, she didn’t feel a headache.
But while her head didn’t hurt, she felt sore all over her back and waist.
She had never heard that a hangover felt like this—as if she had been slept with!
Meng Tang found it strange. As she lifted her eyes, she saw that face, as elegant and handsome as distant mountains, right before her.
Song Guantang’s facial features were incredibly smooth, as if God had been extremely biased when creating him, carving every line with care.
Even though she had seen it many times, she was still stunned by the sight up close.
So handsome, truly handsome everywhere…
Wait, why was there a bite mark on the right side of this perfect face?
Though it had faded a lot overnight, it was still unmistakably a bite mark.
To bite in such an intimate spot meant the person who did it must have been very close to Song Guantang…
Her mind, slowed by the hangover, finally began to piece things together.
The absurd and utterly embarrassing scenes from last night replayed in Meng Tang’s mind, frame by frame, like an old-fashioned movie.
Not only had she insisted on making Song Guantang carry her all the way home, but she had also ungratefully bitten his face.
And on the street, she had joined a group of kids in a call-and-response chorus of “Lone Warrior.”
Her dignity was completely gone…
Meng Tang couldn’t bear to recall any more. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her head, trying to play dead like a quail.
Song Guantang had barely slept all night, of course, thanks to his little wife’s antics.
So today, he happened to wake up later than her, disturbed by the rustling movements beside him.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Meng Tang wriggling like a caterpillar, trying to burrow deeper under the covers.
Afraid she might suffocate herself, Song Guantang pulled her out with one hand.
“What are you burrowing for? Isn’t it stuffy?”
Meng Tang’s face flushed with shame. “Why didn’t you stop me last night?”
Was the world ending the next day, so she had to lose all her dignity?
Great, as soon as she woke up, she was already shifting the blame.
“The question is, could I have stopped you? Do you need me to remind you how rowdy you were last night?”
Meng Tang hadn’t expected the alcohol to hit her so hard.
When the gathering ended, her mind had still been fairly clear.
Who knew that after throwing up all over Cheng Youjun, she would be completely drunk?
It was all that freeloader Cheng Youjun’s fault!
Meng Tang felt a rare pang of guilt.
But then, as her gaze drifted downward, she noticed the many intimate marks covering her body.
Especially since her skin was so fair—even the slightest touch left bruises that were hard to fade overnight.
Soon, shame was replaced by annoyance.
“Song Guantang, you took advantage of me!”Song Guanting rose to sit up at a leisurely pace, composed and steady as an old dog.
“What’s wrong with me fulfilling my lawful marital duties with my lawful wife?”
Meng Tang was furious.
No wonder she felt sore all over—she had thought it was from drinking fake liquor.
Turns out she had been thoroughly “sauced and brewed” by Song Guanting all night!