at night.
Zhu Hao was lying in bed, idly playing with his phone, when he inadvertently came across a news article about the Xue Group.
The young master of the Xue family, determined to inherit half of the Xue Group's shares, unexpectedly faces retaliation—was it a case of brothers killing each other?...
With a slight frown, I clicked on the link.
404 Not Found
Best wishes: "..."
She pouted, exited the webpage, and was about to turn off her phone and go to sleep when a loud wolf howl rang in her ears.
[Woohoo~ woohoo~ That bastard Xue Qinfeng is done! Who else is next!?]
Who else is with the cub?!
[So annoying! So annoying! Which bastard gave these pups the idea to reproduce?]
Bang!
Zhu Hao was caught off guard and his phone hit him in the face.
"Ah..." She winced in pain, quickly sat up, rubbing her sore nose and pressing her ear against the wall.
[No! Awooo! Awooo! Why would a cub suddenly have the idea of reproducing? Someone must have said something to her!! Awooo! Awooo!]
I tapped the wall with my fingertip.
She simply said she wanted to be in a relationship, so why did Tang Song interpret it as her wanting to have children?!
Aaaaaah!
Whatever!!
[The cub is still too young and her ability to distinguish right from wrong isn't good enough; the one she chooses herself definitely won't be good! I'll help her choose and pick one myself!]
Zhu Hao froze, his thoughts halting.
This trend isn't right!
The noisy howling of wolves continued, mixed with all sorts of wild imaginings, which Tang Song denied one by one.
With a furrowed brow, I opened Geng Ying's chat window, hesitated for a moment, typed a few words, then deleted them.
It was Geng Ying's idea to tell Tang Song that she wanted to be in a relationship.
Originally, they wanted to provoke Tang Song into making things clear, but they didn't expect that Tang Song, with her rich inner monologue, would embark on a path that none of them had anticipated.
Zhu Hao didn't know how to handle the situation, so he had no choice but to continue seeking help from Geng Ying.
The two agreed to meet at the mall on the weekend.
On the other side, Geng Ying, who had just sent back the good news, looked at Song Shang, who was fast asleep on the sofa in front of her, with a headache.
She sighed softly and rubbed her temples.
"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!"
The sound of a dog barking came from the doorway, accompanied by the screeching sound of claws scratching at the door.
Song Shang, who was on the sofa, woke up immediately, his round eyes widening as he stared impatiently at the door.
Meow~ Meow~
Geng Ying looked towards the doorway. "Strange, there shouldn't be any dogs in this building, right? Why is there a dog barking?"
“Oh, it’s my friend.” Song Shang switched back to human language. “Open the door and let it in.”
Geng Ying murmured a reply and stiffly opened the door.
She looked down and met the eyes of the Samoyed at her feet.
"Woof woof woof!"
Her leg was licked, and her pants were covered in the Samoyed's warm saliva.
It smells bad...
"This is the friend you were talking about?" Geng Ying smirked and stepped aside.
The chubby, fair-skinned Samoyed rubbed against her leg and then darted straight into the room, as if it were its home.
“Yeah.” Song Shang lay lazily on the sofa, his eyes half-closed, looking like he hadn’t woken up yet.
The Samoyed sat obsequiously on the edge of the sofa, stamping its feet anxiously, but dared not lick it.
Geng Ying closed his gaping mouth and glanced helplessly at the wet stains on his trouser legs.
This dog is surprisingly good at reading people's expressions...
"Alright." Song Shang's little cat paw rested on the dog's nose, looking smug. "That's enough, stop making noise, I want to sleep."
Geng Ying closed the door, crossed her arms, and stared at Song Shang with a melancholy look. "Sweet Bean... ah, no... what's your name?"
"Woof woof woof!" the Samoyed responded excitedly.
Geng Ying: "I don't understand. Can you speak like a human being?"
“It’s just an ordinary dog. It can understand, but it can’t speak.” Song Shang rolled his eyes at Geng Ying speechlessly.
Geng Ying scratched her wrist awkwardly, stubbornly saying, "You said it belonged to your friend! I thought..."
"You thought it could speak human language?" Song Shang looked at her amusedly, his sleepiness gone, and stood up straight, jumping off the sofa.
He looked around and saw furniture taller than him, Wangcai's big tongue above his head, and even Geng Ying's figure seemed to have grown taller.
Song Shang turned his head and jumped, landing nimbly on top of the refrigerator, looking down at Geng Ying.
"Song Shang".
"Huh?" Geng Ying didn't hear clearly.
The Song merchant, unusually patient, repeated, "Song merchant, the Yuan of Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing, and the Shang of commerce."
“Its name is Wangcai.” Song Shang raised his chin and pointed to the Samoyed on the ground.
“Song Shang?” Geng Ying frowned, repeatedly pondering the name.
She felt it was familiar, but couldn't remember where she had seen it before.
The repeated murmurs echoed in Song Shang's ears.
Over and over again.
The two characters “Song Shang” almost materialized into a thread, wrapping around the tip of his ear.
An inexplicable emotion entered through his ear tips, flowed through his veins to his limbs, until he stiffened.
Geng Ying continued calling his name, completely unaware of what was happening.
"Oh!" Geng Ying suddenly looked up, her dark eyes staring straight at Song Shang. "Song Shang, the movie star? The male lead in the TV series 'Our Little Happiness'? The male lead in the drama he co-starred in with Fang Ling?"
Song Shang nodded reservedly, "Not too stupid."
Geng Ying laughed out loud and retorted, "You're the stupid one!"
Ever since she learned that the "sweet bean" she thought was not the real "sweet bean," her feelings towards Song Shang have become quite complicated.
On one hand, there was the love for the kitten from before, on the other hand, there was a vague fear of the unknown, and a bit of curiosity.
In short, she can no longer consider this talking kitten in front of her as her family.
Geng Ying pursed her lips. "Then shall I call you Song Shang from now on?"
Song Shang sensed a distance in his voice, his mustache twitched, and he said awkwardly, "Didn't you name me?"
Geng Ying: "..."
Seeing that she didn't reply, Song Shang became even more enthusiastic, "Sweet Bean! My name is Sweet Bean! You! Call me Sweet Bean!"
Geng Ying: "..."
She remembered that Song Shang's profile on Baidu showed that he was already 26 years old, right?
Geng Ying didn't speak. She hesitated, looking at the Samoyed under the refrigerator. "You and it... are you going to live here with me?"
"Is that not allowed?" Song Shang tilted his head, looking puzzled, but said matter-of-factly, "You adopted me."
“But you have your own identity in the human world,” Geng Ying said tactfully. “It’s not appropriate for us to live together. If we’re seen or photographed by paparazzi, our work will be affected.”
"You're trying to get rid of me." A hint of grievance in Song Shang's round, kitten-like eyes appeared inexplicably. He was quite certain, "You didn't even think about getting rid of me when you knew I was a nine-tailed fox, but you're in a hurry to get rid of me as soon as you find out I'm Song Shang!"
Geng Ying frowned slightly; something wasn't right.
"Didn't you keep saying you wanted to leave?"
"That was before, I don't run anymore!" Song Shang said stubbornly, looking unconvinced. The Samoyed below also stiffened its neck and howled, like a symphony.
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