Meng Tang believed no one was more dedicated than her.
Day and night, holidays included, working year-round without a break—accompanying him for meals, sleep, and conversation. A companion of her caliber, earning five million a month, was still a bargain for Song Guantang.
After all, being able to sleep with a gentle, adorable, clever, and charming little fairy like her anytime, anywhere was a blessing Song Guantang, that big pervert, had cultivated over eight lifetimes to obtain!
Song Guantang raised his hand, his fingertips resting on her brows and eyes, carrying his usual cool body temperature. It felt like a caress, but more like a pinch.
This made Meng Tang wonder: Song Guantang really liked touching her brows and eyes.
Was it because her eyes resembled those of his white moonlight, Chu Weiwei? So he saw her as a substitute, gazing into her eyes while thinking of his white moonlight?
For someone like him—a cold, ruthless villain in the novel, designed to highlight the female lead’s irresistible charm and advance the romantic plot between the leads, incapable of feeling anything extra for anyone other than the female lead—this explanation seemed the most plausible.
Deep down, Meng Tang felt a tiny bit of disappointment.
Just a tiny bit.
After all, as her sugar daddy, Song Guantang was truly generous with money. Even his looks matched her preferences perfectly: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, eight-pack abs, an impeccable physique, and no complaints in bed.
What a perfect ATM! Aside from occasional perverted tendencies, he was practically flawless.
“I’ll have the driver take you home. Be obedient and don’t run off again.”
His tone carried a warning, but more than that, it held an intangible indulgence.
Song Guantang didn’t restrict her freedom much. In the novel, she had her own job, though it revolved around the male lead. Still, it was Meng Tang’s real-life profession.
When he said “don’t run off,” he meant she wasn’t allowed to go to crowded, chaotic places like bars.
Meng Tang maintained her obedient, virtuous wife persona as steady as an old dog, obediently uttering an “okay” before switching to another car.
As she got into the car, her phone chimed.
“Alipay payment received: one million yuan.”
At the same time, there was an unread WeChat message.
Big Spender: 【I won’t be home for the next few days. Don’t go to those rowdy, mixed-up places again.】
Counting the newly deposited balance, Meng Tang instantly tossed aside that tiny bit of unhappiness.
Husband away from home, endless money to spend—was there anything more satisfying in this world?
Humming a little tune, she transferred the money to her designated bank card.
After counting the balance on that card once more, she sighed again.
There was still some distance to go before retirement and a carefree life.
Ganbatte, Meng Xiaotang, you can do it!
No sooner had she arrived at Cloud Peak Mansion than Li Su sent a message.
Su Youbing: 【Safe?】
A Pear Flower Overwhelms the Crabapple: 【Net profit: one million.】
Only after watching the car carrying Meng Tang drive away did Song Guantang lean back in his seat, rubbing his temples.
“Sofitel Hotel.”
After giving the address, the driver set off smoothly.
Just then, his phone chimed.
Without even looking at the content, Song Guantang knew it must be a message from Meng Tang.
He had set a notification tone only for Meng Tang’s WeChat messages; everyone else’s messages only vibrated.
A Pear Flower Overwhelms the Crabapple: 【I promise I’ll only think of my husband!】
Following this promise was a sticker of a little fox rolling over and showing its belly, acting cute.
Song Guantang’s thin lips curved into a slight smile.
His mind conjured an image of his little wife acting cute, just like that little fox.
It was exactly the same.After turning off his phone, Song Guantang resumed his cold indifference.
In the 888 private room of the Sofitel Hotel.
Manager Li, the contractor, was beaming with an oily sheen as he poured wine for the young man seated at the head of the table.
“Mr. Song, I’d like to propose another toast to you! I’ve long heard that Mr. Song is a very straightforward person. If this deal goes through, I will always recommend Mr. Song first for any construction projects in the future!”
Recently, the Baishi Group had acquired a new plot of land, intending to build an office building.
After an open bidding process, it was Manager Li’s company that won the contract.
This project wasn’t particularly large, but the location of the land was excellent. Once completed, it was bound to be a steady money-maker, with annual rental income alone providing a substantial net profit.
Of course, for the wealthy and powerful Baishi Group, this was just a casual project.
The project was overseen by the second son of the Song family, Song Yixuan. Today, Manager Li was hosting the gathering with the main purpose of privately signing an additional contract with Song Yixuan.
Although Manager Li had won the bid, the Baishi Group always had extremely high standards for construction, from building materials to interior finishes, all of which had to meet top-tier specifications.
While the allocated funds were substantial, if everything adhered to these high standards, Manager Li’s company wouldn’t be able to make much profit from the project.
After some private inquiries, Manager Li learned that this second son of the Song family was a typical rich second-generation heir, far less capable than his half-brother, and only held a comfortable position within the group.
Such a spoiled rich heir was actually the easiest to establish connections with.
Manager Li only needed to propose that half of the profits gained from cutting corners on construction would be given to Song Yixuan, and he was sure to be tempted.
The project’s budget was 800 million yuan, approved by the group based on the highest construction standards.
If they used average construction standards instead, they could pocket at least 50% of that 800 million as kickbacks.
By giving half of that 50% kickback to Song Yixuan, Manager Li’s company could still make a tidy profit.
So, this deal was a win-win for both parties.
“Manager Li is the straightforward one here. Cheers to our cooperation.”
Song Yixuan crossed his legs, raised his glass, and clinked it with Manager Li’s.
Ever since his grandfather handed the group over to that guy Song Guantang to manage, aside from his monthly allowance, he could no longer recklessly overspend as he used to.
Now, with this project in hand, once he signed the contract privately, the kickbacks he received would be enough for him to splurge for quite some time.
He had long had his eye on a newly released Bugatti model—not only was it limited in availability, but it also cost a staggering 70 million yuan.
For the old Song Yixuan, he wouldn’t have batted an eye before swiping the group’s account to buy the car outright.
But now, that was completely impossible. Aside from his own pocket money, he couldn’t take a single extra cent from under Song Guantang’s watchful eye.
So, it wasn’t his fault. Who could blame him for taking kickbacks under the table when Song Guantang was so stingy?
After a round of drinks, Manager Li smiled and handed over the contract.
Song Yixuan glanced through it and picked up a pen, ready to sign.
Suddenly, the door was violently kicked open from the outside.
“Who’s so blind?”
Song Yixuan, annoyed by the interruption, looked up impatiently.
But when he saw the cold, frost-like face standing at the doorway, he was so frightened he nearly lost his nerve and dropped to his knees on the spot.”Brother… Brother? How did you get here? You… weren’t you on a business trip in France?”
Song Yixuan dared to meet Manager Li privately to take kickbacks partly because Song Guantang was away on business.
He had assumed Song Guantang wouldn’t be back anytime soon and, being too far away to intervene, would never find out about this.
Unexpectedly, Song Guantang, who should have been thousands of miles away, appeared at the Sofitel Hotel.
Song Guantang stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his expression as cold and detached as ever, but now tinged with the severity of an autumn wind.
With just one icy glance, he could make everyone present tremble in fear.
Without uttering a word, Song Guantang strode forward with purpose, covering the distance in a few large steps until he stood before Song Yixuan.
He kicked the chair, sending Song Yixuan sprawling to the ground.
“Song Yixuan, you really are like a monkey claiming to be king when the tiger is away from the mountain.”
“Taking kickbacks on construction projects—tell me how you want to die, and I can grant it to you right now.”