Zhu Hao angrily poked at the small cake on the plate with her fork, staring at Tang Song's wrist, secretly cheering him on.
Push harder! Push them down!
Hearing the commotion beside him, Tang Song turned his head slightly and saw Zhu Hao's puffed-out cheeks.
[Hoo hoo hoo~ My cub is still the most pleasing to the eye! So well-behaved, soft, and fragrant, everyone at this banquet stinks! Their bodies stink! Their breath stinks! They're filthy!]
Zhu Hao nodded in agreement and stuffed a big bite of the small cake into his mouth.
Tang Song was right!
[Huh? Why is the cub nodding? I didn't say anything, did I?]
Zhu Hao froze in his chewing motion, lowered his eyes dejectedly, and awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Why couldn't she control herself and responded to Tang Song like that?
Luckily, she wasn't used to talking. If she had accidentally responded to Tang Song's thoughts, wouldn't her ability to hear Tang Song's thoughts have been exposed?
[Is it because the little cakes are delicious that the cub keeps nodding? Should we have Zhu Qing ask the organizers who the pastry chef is today? Maybe we could poach them specifically to make desserts for the cub? Tang Shi's desserts are awful!]
The banquet hall was abuzz with discussion because of the three men's inexplicable kneeling. Their assistants went forward, but they were unable to pull them up no matter what they did.
Amidst the chaos and turmoil ahead, the snack aisle remains peaceful and serene.
[Sigh... Maybe I should let my little one intern at our own company? I don't feel comfortable letting him stay in these people's companies! What if something happens to my little one?]
What if the cubs see me as a tyrant? Sigh... oh well, tyranny it is, it's better than something happening to the cubs.
[It's decided then. The child will intern at a company under the Tang family's name! Okay!]
Zhu Hao paused, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Tang Song.
The long black tail thrashed irritably, nearly overturning all the small cakes on the table.
I have no objection to Tang Song's decision just now, but I do object to his current behavior!
She pulled Tang Song forward a little; wagging her tail was fine, but she couldn't risk ruining her little cake.
She hasn't had enough to eat yet!
[Huh? Why is the cub pulling me? What did I do?]
Wishing you a safe release, and now you can continue enjoying your little cake.
[Hmm? Why did you let go again? Couldn't you hold on longer? Oh... you want a little cake, huh? You don't have a hand to hold me... It seems the little one really likes the pastry chef's little cakes. Zhu Qing must poach him!]
Zhu Hao paused for a moment, then shoved the last bit of the small cake on the plate into his mouth.
Tang Song waved, and Zhu Qing, who was not far away, quickly stepped forward.
Fang Ling, who had retreated to a corner of the banquet hall, completely ignored the three people kneeling on the ground, her gaze remaining fixed on Tang Song.
She suspected that the two mysterious ghost stories were related to Tang Song.
The first time was because she pulled Zhu Hao aside, and the second time was because those people said bad things about Zhu Hao.
That inexplicable pulling force always appears right on time.
She absolutely refused to believe me when I said it had nothing to do with wishing her well.
She saw Tang Song beckon his assistant over, lean down and say something, then pick up a new plate of small cakes, pull Zhu Hao along and turn to leave.
Fang Ling took a deep breath and groped her wrist with her fingertips.
Whether it's Tang Song, the man, or that haunted power, she'll get her hands on them.
*
Outside the banquet hall.
Tang Song led Zhu Hao towards the car.
A refreshing fragrance suddenly wafted into his nose, faintly carrying a pungent smell of Chinese medicine.
Tang Song frowned, immediately shutting down all his senses and warily looking around.
Zhu Hao noticed that Tang Song was pulling her harder, and saw his erect wolf ears moving alertly back and forth as if searching for something, his tail drooping in a wary posture.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her breathing became much lighter.
Really?
What happened?
Fang Ling hid behind the flower bed, staring at the figure in front of her. She then took out a pill, crushed it, and smeared it behind her ear.
She had taken the antidote beforehand, so she didn't need to worry about getting infected at all.
What's giving her a headache right now is how to make these two people smell the scent of the pills on her.
The next instant, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, and suddenly she was thrown into the air.
Bang!
After a loud bang, Fang Ling regained consciousness, her whole body aching, and found herself lying on the ground at Tang Song's feet.
Her gleaming suit and leather shoes reflected her shocked and flustered face in the night view.
The pair of leather shoes retreated in disdain.
Fang Ling felt as if her face was being rubbed hard against the ground, burning and stinging, a sensation that went beyond mere physical pain.
Zhu Hao blinked in surprise, staring at the disheveled Fang Ling on the ground, and let out a soft gasp, "Ha..."
A faint, pleasant fragrance wafted into her nose, carrying the scent of ancient Chinese medicine.
Zhu Hao subconsciously felt something was off, held his breath, and took two steps back.
She looked up at Tang Song, her eyes filled with confusion.
[Hmph, so it was this ugly thing lurking in the shadows, spying on my cubs. It stinks, it stinks! Why does it smell so bad? Even worse than before! Did it go out and eat shit?]
Zhu Hao forced a smile, barely managing to suppress a laugh.
"Zhu Qing!" Tang Song's face was tense, and his tone was heavy.
Zhu Qing suddenly appeared out of nowhere and dragged Fang Ling away with his men.
Fang Ling didn't look up the whole time; her long, black hair hung down, covering her entire face, making it impossible to see her emotions.
She was now certain that the mysterious power was controlled by Tang Song.
Otherwise, why would she have been thrown from the flower bed to Tang Song's feet for no reason?
My whole body aches as if it has been taken apart and then put back together.
Fang Ling took a deep breath, trying to alleviate the pain in her body. Although she appeared in front of Zhu Hao in a very disheveled state, she had achieved her goal.
The two of them had already inhaled the smell of the pills, and the aphrodisiac incense would take effect in no more than 10 minutes.
However, Fang Ling was more shocked by Tang Song's possession of such power than delighted by the success of her plan.
Her gaze remained fixed on Tang Song the entire time, yet she still couldn't see what he had just done.
But it doesn't matter. After tonight, once her plan succeeds, Tang Song will belong to her, and this power will ultimately belong to her as well.
Fang Ling had someone guarding each of her left and right arms, and her whole body was held up and controlled, making her completely unable to move.
She slowly raised her eyes, staring intently through the gaps in her hair as Tang Song and Zhu Hao got into the car, her gaze slowly falling on the tires.
She had someone tamper with the tires, and the car would soon be forced to stop.
Within her allotted time, the car stopped right near the hotel.
Given the urgency of the situation, the two people who had been drugged would naturally choose to stay at the nearest hotel.
Then the people she arranged at the hotel could guide Tang Song into the room she had reserved.
Zhu Hao was naturally taken to another room where someone was waiting for her.
Fang Ling was still being held by bodyguards, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
*
Inside the back seat of the car.
Tang Song was sending a message to Zhu Qing, asking him to find the chef who would be making desserts tonight.
Zhu Hao hesitantly took the drawing board, wanting to tell Tang Song about her doubts from tonight.
Fang Ling's behavior was too strange. Unlike her previous simple intention to invite her back to the Fang family, she seemed to have other motives. Moreover, the special fragrance on her body made people wary.
After sending the message, Tang Song put away his phone and suddenly felt an indescribable heat rising from the depths of his heart and flowing to every part of his body.
【Awooo~ Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Why did my heat come early!?】
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