Shan Song then reviewed the remaining endorsements, ultimately leaving only two flawless ones for Tong Zhao, while the rest were all under the Shan family's umbrella.

Tong Zhao: "..." Fine, I'll just let him arrange the endorsements and stuff. I'd better go back to reading the script.

He pulled out his tablet, opened the electronic scripts, and found that all three works only contained the first few episodes. The scripts were of high quality, having been rigorously reviewed by the team, and were virtually flawless. Any one of them would be a masterpiece. Although he felt it was a pity, he had limited energy and could only choose one. Judging by the style...

Soon, Tong Zhao's attention was drawn to one of the documents: a police thriller? They wouldn't really want him to play a double agent, would they? Wasn't it just a joke before?

Gradually, Tong Zhao became engrossed in the script. Shan Song, who was holding her from the front, couldn't see what his wife was doing. He only noticed that she suddenly became quiet and thought she was sleepy. It wasn't until they got out of the car that he realized his wife was completely absorbed in reading the script.

Patting her back and reminding her, Tong Zhao responded verbally, but her eyes didn't leave the screen. "Little kid~" Shan Song smiled helplessly, protecting her head as he carried her out of the car.

After Shan Song stepped into the room and placed Tong Zhao on the sofa, Tong Zhao finally finished reading the last page of the document. With a lingering sense of satisfaction, she blinked, knelt up, and announced to Shan Song, "Starting tomorrow, I will exercise with Uncle Tie."

? ? ?

Dan Song paused, his hand gripping the ointment still, and looked at his wife's bright, clear eyes in surprise. Was she serious?

Seeing Shan Song staring at him, Tong Zhao was puzzled at first, then suddenly realized and slapped his head. Oh right, Shan Song has a habit of exercising in the morning.

“My husband woke me up this morning so we could exercise together,” Tong Zhao added. “We can also go boxing together when we have time!” She’d said before that she wanted to defeat Geng Keli, and it was time to put that into practice!

Although he didn't know why his Zhao Zhao had suddenly become interested in fitness, Shan Song responded to his wife's question first, "We can exercise at home. There's a special training ground built in the courtyard, so we can practice anytime." Then he sat on the sofa and gestured for Tong Zhao to come over, massaging his slightly bluish lower back: "Why did you suddenly want to exercise?"

Tong Zhao didn't answer directly, but instead took a roundabout approach: "Honey, do you think I'm suitable for playing a police officer or something?"

There's no need to guess, it seems she wants to play a policeman. Shan Song raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why not? Our Zhao Zhao is full of righteousness, most suitable for punishing evil and eliminating criminals. Come on, arrest me, this 'criminal' first."

Dan Song spread his hands, looking like he was ready to surrender. Tong Zhao smiled and got up, falling into the arms of the "criminal": "You hold a grudge!"

"No." Shan Song refused to admit it. How could the magnanimous Alpha remember his wife saying in the company break room in front of Qi Changzhou that he had a face that looked like he was committing crimes...?

After a while of joking around, Shan Song put his arm around Tong Zhao from behind and they looked at the new script his wife was planning to act in.

"How is it? Isn't it great?" Tong Zhao asked expectantly.

Dan Song shifted his gaze from the script to his wife's face, whose neck was twisting with difficulty, and smiled faintly: "As long as my wife likes it." Then he asked, "You haven't even had a few days of rest, how come you're already taking on a new role?"

Tong Zhao's eyelashes fluttered twice quickly, concealing the slight thought in her eyes. She couldn't very well say that if she didn't take on more work, she wouldn't be able to support her husband, could she?

"I need to seize this opportunity while I'm still popular and these directors still remember me!"

Tong Zhao gave a somewhat perfunctory answer, and as expected, Shan Song didn't notice anything amiss, continuing to instruct him: "Okay, you'll need your husband to invest—"

Before she could finish speaking, Tong Zhao, whose ears were practically calloused from hearing it eight hundred times, interrupted, "I know, I won't stand on ceremony! I remember the card PIN, and I'm familiar with the company's procedures. To save trouble, you can have the team handle it directly. If you encounter other investors you don't recognize, just say your name, and then Brother Qi..."

As Tong Zhao recounted exactly what he had once told him, Shan Song couldn't help but chuckle.

"..." Tong Zhao pouted and smiled. He even knew the combination to the safe where the official seal was kept. If this were a TV series, he would definitely be a potential candidate for seizing power.

Tong Zhao snorted and said that he was love-struck, but she was clearly the one who was the biggest love-struck person.

Dan Song was unaware that his wife had secretly complained about him. He made arrangements with the agent for his wife, then scooped up his wife, who was yawning and nestled in his arms, and said, "Are you sleepy? Go back to bed."

"good."

"Shall we start exercising tomorrow?" Shan Song confirmed before going to bed.

Tong Zhao, her eyes half-open with sleepiness, spoke in a warm, cozy voice, as if she'd been snuggled up in bed, "I'm going to see A-Li tomorrow..."

Dan Song curled his lips, pretending not to notice his last-minute change of heart, and went along with it to give his wife a way out: "It's a good opportunity for my back to recover."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Tong Zhao's voice came through, muffled and full of regret that she could no longer sleep in: "Call me, or I'll lose my abs if I don't work out soon."

Tong Zhao rubbed the muscles in his abdomen that had softened a little, and then reached out to touch Shan Song's lean and strong waist.

envious!

Dan Song wanted to laugh at his longing gaze, so she grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest: "It's soft here, touch it here."

Tong Zhao could feel the vibrations from speaking as she placed her palm against her chest. The soft, warm touch stirred up other memories, and she quickly withdrew her hand: "I need to sleep, otherwise I won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"Heh~"

The deep, resonant voice blends into the night; eyes half-closed, we embrace and fall asleep.

The next morning, Tong Zhao, exhausted from her struggle with her biological clock, dressed in sportswear and joined Shan Song in the gym, sweating profusely.

Light to moderate rain in Dansong, drizzle in Tongzhao.

Even a light drizzle left Tong Zhao, who hadn't exercised in a long time, exhausted. Shan Song looked at his pained little face, and how his hands, legs, and waist were almost too sore to rub. She felt both sorry for him and wanted to laugh: "Let's take it one step at a time. Your husband has arranged a professional training plan. We'll follow that tomorrow."

After the two finished their meal, Tong Zhao pulled Shan Song into the kitchen: "Uncle Xu and Aunt Lin haven't come back yet, so I'll have to trouble you, Director Shan, to help out. Once the pastries are baked, I'll save half for you as payment."

With a net worth of hundreds of billions, Chairman Shan raised an eyebrow and made a very capitalist demand: "Then I need an extra 10%."

"..."

Compared to Geng Qiushi, Jiang Li's arranged meeting was much more casual, directly set at her home in Chongming Bay, which was both convenient and ensured privacy.

Moreover, although they have moved to a new house now, they can occasionally move back without arousing suspicion. To make it easier for them to meet, Shan Song drove him back to the villa last night.

It's only a short walk to Jiang Li's house, and there's plenty of time. Tong Zhao prepared several different kinds of pastries, planning to go all out to bribe the greedy father and son in the Jiang family.