Help!
What is she thinking?!
[Waaaaah... The cub attacked my butt!! Waaaaah!! The cub has turned bad!! Waaaaah!! Awooo~]
Zhu Hao didn't dare to lift her head, afraid of meeting Tang Song's gaze.
She hurriedly straightened the measuring tape, roughly measured the remaining dimensions, and quickly got up.
"Okay! It'll be ready in about a week! I'm off now! You get busy!"
After gesturing with his head down, Zhu Hao turned away hastily.
Bang!
She didn't even have time to open the door before she slammed her head against it, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"Are you alright?" Tang Song pulled her back, his face full of concern as he pulled her hand away from her forehead.
Zhu seemed to be burned by fire, shaking his head repeatedly, and turned to run away as if fleeing for his life.
【Hey! The cub's forehead is all red!! How could you be so careless!!? You touched it, I didn't say no! I didn't even move!!】
[I wonder if it hurts. The sound of that bump was quite loud. Should we have Tang Wu go and check on it? He might have damaged his head!]
Zhu Hao covered her ears and ran away, her fingertips still feeling the warm, soft touch. She had just covered her ears when she awkwardly took her hands away again.
Ahhh!!
She's not going to live anymore!
Her image in Tang Song's heart has completely collapsed!!
Will he think she's just a woman who uses the excuse of making clothes to actually take advantage of others?
Help!!
Tang Song probably still sees her as a cub, right?
A cub can do anything, right?
uncertain……
Based on Tang Song's previous acknowledgment of her future status as the Wolf Lord's wife in front of Song Shang.
Tang Song probably only calls her "little cub" out of habit now, but in his heart he already regards her as a normal adult human woman!
Help!
Someone please save her!!
Zhu Hao dashed to the bedroom, grabbed a measuring tape and a notebook recording Tang Song's body measurements, and buried herself under the covers, trying to smother herself!
When she couldn't breathe, she suddenly looked up, and the soft ruler in her hand sprang up and gently touched her chin.
Her fair face flushed red, and she threw the measuring tape off the bed as if it were a hot potato.
After calming down for a moment, she awkwardly got up, picked up the measuring tape, and carefully put it away.
She glanced at the notebook on the bed, silently hypnotizing herself.
"Find something to do, making clothes would be fine..."
*
After returning from the fox clan, Song Shang immediately received a notice from Tang Shi terminating his endorsement contract.
He sat calmly at the table, with a lawyer standing opposite him.
The lawyer nervously pushed the contract in front of him, saying, "Meiyou Entertainment says that you violated the contract by harassing their staff, and they want not only to terminate the contract but also to pay a penalty for breach of contract."
Song Shang raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the glaring words on the contract—Termination Contract.
His usually smiling eyes drooped, and he was inexplicably tinged with gloom.
"What else did Meiyou say?" Song Shang asked sarcastically, his intensely imposing gaze fixed on the lawyer.
"They...they also said that if you don't terminate your contract, they will expose your harassment of employees and blacklist you..."
"Ha!" Song Shang couldn't help but laugh, muttering to himself, "That heartless Tang Song! He thinks he can threaten me with this?"
"Huh?" The lawyer didn't hear clearly and looked up blankly. "What did you just say?"
"It's nothing." Song Shang's face turned cold. "You don't need to worry about it. I'll handle this."
"Then this contract..."
"Tear it up and throw it away!" Song Shang suddenly stood up, his upturned peach blossom eyes staring blankly out the window. "I'm not terminating the contract!"
"Huh? But..."
"No buts." Song Shang walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the cars passing by below, his voice low and serious. "I'm going to be the spokesperson! Best wishes... and I'm going to snatch it up too!"
"What?" The lawyer didn't understand. "What best wishes?"
"Get out!" Song Shang said impatiently.
The lawyer choked on his words, grabbed the contract from the table, and slunk away.
The office fell silent.
Knock knock knock.
A sudden knocking sounded on the door.
Song Shang frowned slightly. "Get out! Didn't you hear me?"
"Why is Teacher Song angry?! Is something wrong at work?" A sweet, familiar voice came from the doorway.
Song Shang suddenly turned around and his gaze fell on the person who had just arrived.
Fang Ling, dressed in a Chanel-style suit and carrying a designer handbag, smiled brightly at Song Shang and pointed to the sofa, "May I sit here?"
Song Shang glanced at her gloomily, his tone clearly unwelcoming, "What are you doing here?"
Fang Ling sat down on her own, demurely smoothing the wrinkles in her clothes. "Teacher Song, calm down. I'm here to discuss cooperation with you."
Song Shang took a deep breath, walked to the desk and sat down. "If it's about publicity for the drama, you can talk to my assistant. If it's not about acting, there's no need to talk about it."
He lazily lifted his eyelids and chuckled, "Actually, there's no need to talk much about things related to acting, since your acting skills don't have much room for improvement."
Fang Ling's smile froze, sensing the sarcasm in his tone.
However, she quickly composed herself, walked with firm steps to her desk, and slammed a stack of photos onto it.
"Why don't you take a look first, and then decide whether you want to talk to me?"
Song Shang glanced at the stack of photos on the table, then immediately sat up straight, his brows furrowing as he stared at Fang Ling with a meaningful look.
"You're spying on me?"
The photos show him walking with Zhu Hao, and also showing them walking back to his home together.
It just so happens that it was the day he used a secret fox technique to seduce Zhu Hao, and Zhu Hao unknowingly followed him away.
"Teacher Song's words are really harsh." Fang Ling casually put the photo back on the table. "How can you call it surveillance? Besides, I am Zhu Hao's sister, as you should know."
Fang Ling, her nails painted with nude nail polish, lightly touched Zhu Hao in the photo, pointing to Zhu Hao's unfocused eyes, "I'm just concerned about what happened to my sister. After all, she's deaf and mute. Is there anything wrong with me sending people to protect her?"
Song Shang noticed where her fingertip was pointing, his lips tightened, and he asked cryptically, "What do you mean? What are you doing with this photo? Threatening me?"
Song Shang chuckled, "You're mistaken. I'm single, and Zhu Hao is single too. Even if something happens, it's perfectly normal."
"No, no, no..." Fang Ling pointed to Zhu Hao's blank expression in the photo, "I'm not threatening Teacher Song, it's a collaboration!"
She reiterated, "Cooperative relationships should be mutually beneficial and win-win."
Song Shang raised an eyebrow and stared at her without saying a word.
The atmosphere in the office was tense, with extremely low air pressure.
Fang Ling, however, seemed oblivious to this, and continued speaking to herself, "Teacher Song likes Zhu Hao, and I like Tang Song, isn't that perfect?"
Song Shang rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Aren't you engaged to that person from the Xiao family?"
Although the Xiao family has not publicly acknowledged Fang Ling as their fiancée, Song Shang has deduced from subtle clues that Fang Ling is Xiao Siqi's fiancée.
After all, the two smelled too similar, and Fang Ling's fashion resources over the past year were inconsistent with her abilities, so it was hard not to guess.
Fang Ling's expression clearly hardened, and she was silenced.
"Oh!" Song Shang suddenly realized, "The Xiao family went bankrupt recently, right? Now they've set their sights on Tang Song? They want to join the Tang family?"
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