Angle Bar.
Lights flickered red and green, wine flowed freely, and the crowd surged.
The Storm Band, which usually only performed on Saturdays, made a surprise appearance on this Wednesday night.
It was said that a wealthy woman had waved her hand and spent a hundred thousand to hire the Storm Band for a live performance.
That’s right—the legendary “wealthy woman” was none other than Meng Tang and Li Su, who occupied the best seats in front of the stage, cheering and swaying to the rhythm of the music.
“Hey, beautiful, can I add you on WeChat?”
Ever since they entered the bar, quite a few men had come over to ask Meng Tang and Li Su for their WeChat contacts, with Meng Tang receiving more requests.
Although Li Su’s appearance was stunning, she was too aloof. Even without saying a word, a single cold glance from her was enough to deter anyone from trying to strike up a conversation.
Meng Tang, on the other hand, had a sweet and charming look, fitting the currently popular “sweet girl” style. When she smiled, it was like a gentle spring rain, her almond-shaped eyes curving into crescents, making anyone who saw her instantly let down their guard and feel a sense of closeness.
Meng Tang glanced at the man—small eyes and a square face—not her type at all.
Just as she was about to refuse, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine, as if a venomous snake hidden in the grass had locked onto her, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and sink its fangs into the back of her neck, taking her life.
Meng Tang whipped her head around, but all she saw was a sea of people swaying to the music.
Was it just her imagination?
“Sorry, my husband wouldn’t be happy about it.”
Whenever she encountered someone who wasn’t her type, Meng Tang would bring up her married status. This trick had never failed her.
Sure enough, upon hearing that she was already married at such a young age, the man showed a look of regret and didn’t press further.
“Su Su, I’m going to the restroom.”
Even though she had turned the man down, the feeling of being watched by a venomous snake didn’t fade away.
Meng Tang thought she might have had too much to drink and wasn’t thinking clearly, so she decided to go to the restroom to splash some water on her face.
Li Su was completely absorbed in the music, and with the loud volume, she didn’t hear Meng Tang clearly. She just waved her hand to indicate she understood.
Having drunk a bit too much, Meng Tang walked unsteadily, swaying her way to the restroom.
Men’s, Women’s…
Just as she was trying to figure out which was which, a slender, jade-like hand suddenly reached out from around the corner and clamped onto her arm.
With a forceful tug, Meng Tang was pulled over before she could react.
The sudden turn of events left her mind blank. Before she could even let out a cry, her back was pressed against the hard wall.
Then, a tall, imposing figure leaned over her like a dark cloud looming over a city.
The scorching breath closing in felt like a lurking leopard, ready to deliver a fatal bite to its prey at any moment.
The man’s thin lips stopped just half an inch away from her snow-white neck.
Because he was so close, the familiar scent of sandalwood and coldness filled her nostrils.
“Got hit by a car?”
“Your foot hurts so much you can’t walk?”
“You look lively and energetic, more than anyone else. It doesn’t seem like you hurt your foot—more like you lost your husband.”
The icy touch of the man’s fingertips against her chin felt like a venomous snake slithering over her skin, instantly sobering Meng Tang up.
“Care to explain, Mrs. Song, hmm?”
That “hmm” was a nasal hum, short and dangerous.
Meng Tang’s legs went weak.
It was like being caught in the act.
Who could tell her how Song Guanting, who was supposed to be far away in France during the day, had somehow performed a magic trick and appeared at Angle Bar, accurately catching her red-handed?Wait, could it be that the venomous gaze just now… was from Song Guantang?
Meng Tang had seen her fair share of big scenes, and after feeling guilty for three seconds, she quickly regained her composure.
Raising a pair of jade-like hands, like a bewitching fox spirit, she placed them on the back of Song Guantang’s neck.
Like a little kitten, she stood on tiptoe and affectionately nuzzled his cheek, then freed one hand to touch it as if uncertain.
Her voice carried a hint of intoxication, mixed with an utterly natural coquettishness.
“Could it be that I’m drunk again? Song Guantang, you’re so mean. I’ve already turned to alcohol to ease my longing for you, so why do you still appear in my dreams, disturbing my heart?”
Meng Tang was a master at lying with a straight face and shifting the blame.
The man’s large hand gripped her slender waist, and with just one squeeze, she instantly lost all strength, her waist going limp as she almost melted into his embrace.
All he had to do was lower his head to press a scorching kiss against her lips.
It was a punitive, beast-like kiss, as if trying to strip Meng Tang of everything.
Already somewhat dazed from drinking, she was kissed until her brain was starved of oxygen, making it impossible for her to stand steadily.
Song Guantang’s strength was immense—he could kiss her while holding her body steady with one arm, practically lifting half of her up to prevent her from collapsing to the floor.
Meng Tang truly couldn’t catch her breath. If they kept kissing like this, she might become the first person in history to die from suffocation during a kiss!
Song Guantang, this madman!
She opened her mouth and bit down hard, finally stopping the madman’s fierce assault.
Song Guantang withdrew slightly, his lowered gaze falling upon his little wife’s reddened, damp eyes and her delicate form leaning against his chest, gasping for breath.
She was like a thorny rose, ripe for the picking, half-nurtured and half-tempting.
Only by bending down to taste it oneself could one discover the softness and sweetness hidden beneath its thorns.
Song Guantang’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Still pretending?”
His underlying message was clear: if she continued to play dumb, he would keep kissing her until she suffocated.
“Isn’t this all because of you? Who told you to go on a business trip and leave me alone at home? I missed you so much I couldn’t sleep. At home, I could only look at your things and think of you, so I had no choice but to come to the bar to drown my sorrows in alcohol.”
“And what about you? In a foreign land, talking to another woman right in front of me. I haven’t even questioned whether you’re seeing someone behind my back, and here you are, interrogating me instead?”
What a preemptive strike.
Meng Tang righteously turned the tables and accused him, all while trying to seize the opportunity to slip away and warn Li Su.
If Song Guantang saw her getting cozy with the wife of his sworn enemy, Fu Jishu, and he truly lost his temper, she wouldn’t be able to handle it!
Unfortunately, before Meng Tang could even take a step to escape, the man swept her up into his arms with a single motion.
Instinctively, Meng Tang hooked her arms around his neck to avoid being thrown into the air.
“What… what are you doing?”
Song Guantang’s features were sharp and profound, especially his deep, ancient-pool-like eyes. When he wasn’t smiling, he resembled snow-capped mountains—frozen for miles, barren and lifeless.
“Didn’t you say you missed me so much you couldn’t sleep? Now that I’m right here in front of you, do you still need to drown your sorrows in alcohol?”Meng Tang had a bad feeling. She pressed a hand to her forehead, feigning weakness. “I drank too much. I’m dizzy and nauseous. Let me down first. I’ll go wash my face in the restroom, then I’ll go home with you.”
She needed to take advantage of the trip to the restroom to tip off Li Su, so she could slip away quickly.
But Song Guanting’s arms encircled her like an impenetrable fortress. As long as he didn’t let go, there was no chance for her to break free.
“Want to sober up? Simple.”
“I’ll help you, Mrs. Song.”