Mr. Li suddenly opened the car door, got out of the car with a speechless expression, and threw out a sentence before leaving.
"You should ask him what his wishes are first."
Bang!
The car door closed, also shutting out Tang Song's gloomy expression.
Mr. Li tugged at his sleeve with a satisfied expression, a smile playing on his lips, and strode away.
"Let's go." Tang Song lowered his voice, thoughtfully touching the rope hidden on his wrist, and looked in the direction where President Li had left.
*
Downstairs at the Tang Group building.
Tang Song frowned slightly as he looked at the furtive figure that appeared downstairs.
"Zhu Hong!" Tang Song's voice deepened, his face cold and stern. "Why are you here instead of attending classes at school?"
Zhu Hong is a second-year high school student. Logically, he should be reviewing for final exams right now and shouldn't be here.
The figure not far away, who was stealthily moving like a thief, froze instantly.
Zhu Hong slowly turned his head and met Tang Song's dark gaze. His lips were tightly pursed, and he was equally serious.
Tang Song looked him over; his school uniform was clean and neat, not like someone who had been fighting. "Did something happen at school?"
Zhu Hong shook his head, stepped forward, and said in a serious tone, as if he were talking about something important, "Let's talk."
Tang Song's lips pressed into a straight line. "Let's go up first."
Top floor office.
Zhu Hong stood in the center, ramrod straight, with a black backpack slung over one shoulder.
Tang Song placed a cup of warmed milk on the table. "Sit down."
Zhu Hong didn't move, glancing at the steaming milk on the table, his voice tense, "No need, I just want to ask one thing, I'll leave after I ask."
Tang Song sat on the sofa, holding the coffee that Zhu Qing had brewed, and gestured for him to continue.
Zhu Hong took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and asked, "What exactly do you take my sister for?"
Tang Song's expression froze, and his hand gripping the cup tightened instantly.
clatter.
The coffee cup was placed steadily on the table, and a few drops fell onto the back of Tang Song's hand, instantly causing a few red spots to appear on his fair skin.
"Or rather," Zhu Hong's tone sharpened, her questioning clear, "are you and my sister in a legitimate boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?"
Tang Song frowned, sensing something unusual. "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" Zhu Hong's voice rose at the end, her cheeks flushed red, as if she were furious. She pointed to the tip of her nose, "You actually dare to ask me what I mean?!"
"My sister told me not to ask you, but I just couldn't resist!"
Zhu Hong threw his schoolbag onto the sofa and suddenly sat down opposite Tang Song, the confrontation clearly evident.
“You live with my sister, you’re always together, and you’ve made sure we’re all taken care of, but my sister says you’ve never publicly acknowledged your relationship!”
"What do I mean?!"
"What I mean is!" Zhu Hong clenched her fists, staring intently at the seemingly calm man opposite her, "What exactly are your feelings for my sister?"
"Just for fun?"
"still……"
"No!" Tang Song interrupted him sharply, staring at Zhu Hong with disapproval and a hint of warning.
Zhu Hong gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, "Then tell me! What is it?!"
Tang Song lowered his brows, propped his elbows on his thighs, and looked deep in thought.
Zhu Hong also calmed down and stared intently at Tang Song, waiting for an answer.
"I will marry Zhu Hao." Tang Song raised his eyes and spoke solemnly and earnestly.
Zhu Hong's expression froze; he hadn't expected Tang Song to be so direct.
“But…” Zhu Hong’s cold aura faded, replaced by confusion, “Then why don’t you make your relationship public?”
Tang Song felt a lump in his throat and was rendered speechless by the question.
Why not make it public?
Because he always treated Zhu Hao like his own cub.
Such a relationship can be made public among wolves, but not among humans.
Even his current talk of marrying Zhu Hao is out of a sense of responsibility, and he doesn't even know if Zhu Hao will agree.
Tang Song's hesitant expression, in Zhu Hong's eyes, became a promise that Tang Song had casually made to appease him, a promise that would never be kept.
"My sister probably doesn't know you want to marry her, right?"
Tang Song's silence was an implicit acquiescence.
Zhu Hao, of course, didn't know. He had never said anything, intending to wait until Zhu Hao turned 25 before bringing it up.
"Heh." Zhu Hong chuckled, looking as if he had just known. "There's a limit to lying."
“No…” Tang Song frowned, “I’m not lying to you.”
"Oh," Zhu Hong replied indifferently.
He had already decided in his heart that Tang Song was just giving him the runaround.
Zhu Hongteng stood up abruptly, his tone cold and sharp, "My sister didn't even know you wanted to marry her, isn't that a lie?"
"Are you planning to just keep pleasing my sister like this, and then dump her when you get tired of her?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!?" Tang Song's face turned cold, his dark eyes faintly glowing with green light, making people feel uneasy.
A sudden thought flashed through his mind, and a bad premonition arose: "You wouldn't say that to Zhu Hao, would you?"
"Of course not!" Zhu Hong said irritably, rolling her eyes blatantly. "But my sister always protects you, it's really not worth it."
"Pah!" Zhu Hong spat at Tang Song, unusually rude, "Scumbag!"
Tang Song's lips twitched, but she didn't argue with him and patiently explained.
“I was serious about what I just said, but I haven’t told Zhu Hao about this yet…” Tang Song paused, ignoring Zhu Hong’s questioning gaze, “I don’t know if she agrees.”
After he finished speaking, the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
That's so weird!
Tang Song's worry seemed genuine, and Zhu Hong began to waver as well.
Could what Tang Song said be true?
It wasn't Tang Song who wanted to have some fun, it was his sister, Zhu Hao!
That's terrifying!
Zhu Hong quickly shook his head, banishing this absurd idea from his mind.
"Anyway, if you're just making up a lie to appease me, I'll definitely advise my sister to stay far away from you!"
Zhu Hong raised his head, his voice strong despite his lack of conviction, "If what you say is true, you must also fully respect my sister's opinion. If she doesn't want to marry you, forcing her won't work. I will do everything in my power to take her away!"
Zhu Hong's naive declaration did not offend Tang Song.
Tang Song even felt a sense of relief at Zhu Hong's protective attitude towards his son.
His cubs were well cared for by his family.
After Zhu Hong finished speaking, he waited for a moment, but Tang Song on the other end of the line did not react.
He stood up with a strange expression, picking up his schoolbag, "But thank you anyway."
Tang Song raised an eyebrow and asked in confusion, "Hmm?"
"Thank you for curing my sister's deafness and muteness." Zhu Hong's tone was stiff, his body stood ramrod straight, and then he solemnly bowed to express his gratitude, "Thank you."
He knew very well that without Tang Song, Zhu Hao's deafness and muteness would not be completely cured in just one semester.
He came today to question Tang Song, and also to thank Tang Song.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow slightly, looking somewhat surprised.
Zhu Hong didn't give him time to react. She took out a black gift box from her bag and placed it on the table. "This is a thank-you gift for you. It's not more expensive than what you usually use, but it's the best I can offer. If you don't like it, you can just throw it away."
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