Li Su waited for a long time without seeing Meng Tang return and began to wonder if she had fallen into the toilet.
She made her way toward the restroom and vaguely spotted a familiar profile around the corner.
“Tang…”
Just as Meng Tang was lifted into Song Guantang’s arms, before she could come up with another excuse, she caught sight of Li Su walking over, completely unaware of the situation.
Oh no—if they ran into each other face-to-face, their double-agent act would come to an abrupt end!
Hearing the noise, Song Guantang also turned to look.
Meng Tang reacted swiftly, raising her hand to cover his eyes.
Then she exclaimed loudly, “Since you flew all the way back from France, my dear husband, I’ll reluctantly go home with you!”
Hearing this, Li Su immediately halted and finally recognized Song Guantang holding Meng Tang.
That was close—she almost ran right into them!
Meng Tang blinked frantically: Get out of here, I’ll handle this!
Li Su shot back a look: Best friends for life!
Then, without looking back, she swiftly slipped away.
“Why cover my eyes?”
Song Guantang sensed something was off, but before he could push Meng Tang’s hand away, his little wife leaned forward.
Like a chick pecking at grains, she planted a quick kiss on the corner of his lips.
“To make it easier to steal a kiss from you.”
Song Guantang grasped her slender wrist, his vision clearing as his eyes darkened with intensity. “Is that so?”
“Since you’re so eager to throw yourself into my arms, I’ll reluctantly oblige you.”
Meng Tang: I didn’t, don’t make things up!
Assistant Zhou waited outside the bar and promptly opened the car door when he saw Mr. Song carrying his wife out.
Before getting in, Meng Tang couldn’t resist scolding Assistant Zhou.
“Xiao Zhou, you’ve learned bad habits from Song Guantang! You didn’t give me a heads-up—I’m docking your bonus!”
Assistant Zhou maintained a polite smile. “Madam, I didn’t book Mr. Song’s flight this time.”
In other words, he had no idea Song Guantang would return unexpectedly. He could only silently light a candle for Meng Tang.
With a toss, Song Guantang threw Meng Tang—who was still preoccupied with settling scores—into the back seat.
Though it was a toss, it wasn’t from a great height, so Meng Tang simply landed on the seat.
“You just reminded me—this month’s allowance is docked.”
He braced one hand on the seat, his tall frame looming over her like a mountain.
Exuding an aggressive, dangerous pressure.
“This is the consequence of lying.”
For Meng Tang, who treasured money above all else, anything could be taken—except her cash.
Her husband was often busy with work, overtime was routine, and aside from fulfilling marital duties a few times a month, she faced few restrictions. Plus, she received a monthly allowance of five million.
Living a life of leisure, counting money, and feeling like she was on cloud nine—it was truly the peak of existence.
Meng Tang sprang upright, pinching her thigh to force out a few tears. They shimmered in her almond-shaped eyes, making her look pitiful and pleading.
“Husband, I was wrong. It wasn’t a lie—it was a white lie. Besides, you saw it yourself. I only went to the bar for a drink. I turned down everyone who tried to hit on me or ask for my WeChat without hesitation.”
Meng Tang leaned closer, wrapping her arms around his neck like a kitten seeking affection.
“From now on, I’ll let you know in advance if I go out for a drink, okay? Talking about money hurts marital harmony, Song Guantang~ Guanting~ Husband~”The little vixen tugged at his tie, coquettishly squirming with restless energy.
Her voice was like candied fruit, sickly sweet with a seductive lilt.
Song Guantang’s dark eyes took on a dangerous, lustful hue as his large hand encircled hers, firmly holding it in his palm.
Looking down into those almond-shaped eyes shimmering with watery light, his gaze was one of aggressive possession, an unmistakable declaration.
“Make me happy, and I’ll let you off this time.”
It wasn’t their first time sleeping together, so Meng Tang could hardly miss his implication.
She blinked her almond eyes, glanced around, and feebly reminded him, “We’re still in the car… isn’t this… inappropriate?”
“I didn’t fly thousands of miles back to ask for your opinion.”
As the car window slowly rolled up, the privacy tint completely concealed the intimate scene inside the black Maybach.
Only occasional movements and suppressed, low gasps hinted at what was happening within.
Meng Tang’s eyes brimmed with tears, her face flushed crimson.
But Song Guantang had no intention of letting her off, pressing his thumb against her lips with a mischievous cruelty.
He rubbed repeatedly, leaving a red mark.
“Don’t worry, the soundproofing in this car is just as good.”
“Let me hear your voice.”
This pervert! He really has too many tricks!
Afterward, Meng Tang clutched her torn dress, indignantly accusing, “My new dress—you tore it again!”
Song Guantang remained silent, leisurely straightening his wrinkled shirt. Outwardly proper, he was nothing but a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The corners of his eyes were slightly red too, but it was the languor of satisfaction.
He took out his phone, his slender fingers tapping on the screen.
“Alipay payment received: 100,000 yuan.”
Meng Tang’s lips curled into a smile, though she feigned pride. “I’m only letting it go because of the new dress.”
In her mind, she calculated: from now on, she should buy expensive dresses that tear easily, so she could profit from the price difference. Perfect!
Suddenly, Meng Tang remembered something important. Her delicate face leaned in, eyes fixed intently on the man before her.
“Am I prettier, or is that woman you spoke to in France prettier?”
Though she knew Song Guanting would lose all reason and turn into a lovesick fool whenever Chu Weiwei was involved, she still needed to confirm beforehand whether, upon seeing Chu Weiwei this time, he had already decided to imprison and possess her exclusively.
If that were the case, then she, the original wife, probably wouldn’t last much longer.
Pity she hadn’t squeezed enough money out of Song Guanting yet. If her plans were cut short halfway, just thinking about all that cash made her heart ache!
Song Guanting glanced at her.
Was his little wife jealous?
Perhaps freshly satisfied, her large, round almond eyes seemed immersed in water, glowing with a light that reflected only his image.
Song Guanting never bothered with explanations over trivial matters, but having just been satisfied, he was in a decent mood and replied indifferently.
“We didn’t speak.”
Meng Tang tilted her head, blinking in confusion.
What did he mean by “didn’t speak”?
She had asked who was prettier, her or Chu Weiwei, not whether he and Chu Weiwei had spoken!
But before Meng Tang could ask again, Song Guanting answered a phone call.
His expression returned to its usual detached coldness. “Yes, I know. Keep an eye on things. I’m on my way.”Meng Tang wasn’t narcissistic enough to think that Song Guanting had flown all the way back from France just to catch her.
Their relationship was nothing more than a superficial marriage, at best physically compatible, with no extra feelings beyond that.
Besides, Song Guanting was so obsessively fixated on Chu Weiwei, even to the point of pathological confinement—how could she, the cannon-fodder original wife, possibly compare?
But the necessary formalities still had to be observed.
“So it turns out you didn’t miss me enough to fly back from France. I’m just a rest stop during your layover.”
Meng Tang spread her hands. “Then settle the sleeping fee, President Song.”