The sound of running water in the bathroom was faint. Tong Zhao vaguely heard the sound of the door opening and closing. He felt himself being moved from strong arms to the bed, and then a figure leaned down and gently, with great tenderness, placed a kiss on his forehead.
Tong Zhao was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. She squinted through a small crack and barely managed to locate Shan Song's hand. She hooked it up and gently shook it.
Dan Song squeezed her hand and squatted down, then gently pressed it to her lips: "Rest well, call your husband when you've had enough sleep, and he'll come pick you up."
"Hmm~" Tong Zhao didn't open her mouth, only made a nasal sound, the end of the sound was soft like it had a little hook.
He was unconsciously being affectionate again. If only he could tuck his wife into his pocket and take her away. Dan Song pondered the feasibility of this, when suddenly his peripheral vision caught sight of the breakfast that had been left out all morning and was now completely cold: "..."
It was overlooked.
Turning his head, just as he was about to utter a "baby," he saw that Tong Zhao, who was exhausted both physically and mentally, had already fallen asleep. To be precise, her eyelids closed again after he said that. Shan Song squatted on the bed, staring at the time, and sighed softly. There were only fifteen minutes left. If they didn't leave now, they would be too late.
He stroked Tong Zhao's forehead, looked around, pulled out a card, and scribbled a note: [Be good, catch up on your sleep. After filming this movie, I'll take you to the amusement park. P.S.: Remember to call your husband when you wake up; we'll take Zhao Zhao out for a big meal.]
The note was on the bedside table. Tong Zhao, who had just woken up and was already fumbling for his phone before even opening his eyes, grabbed it. After reading the contents, Tong Zhao smiled and thought, "Is he a child? Even slightly older kids aren't coaxed like this, are they?"
However... it does fit Shan Song's style. Tong Zhao looked at the improvised note over and over again, then turned over and picked up her phone.
"Oh no, it's almost two o'clock!" Tong Zhao exclaimed when she saw the time. She hurriedly got up and started getting dressed while calling Shan Song.
"Zhao Zhao is awake?" Shan Song's voice came through the speakerphone, a slightly husky and magnetic tone.
Tong Zhao's ears burned a little: "You've already slept in. Are you at the company?"
Shan Song could tell from the sound that the person on the other end seemed to be quite far away, and he knew what they were busy with. He smiled and said, "No rush, I'm on my way."
"Huh?" Tong Zhao was a little puzzled. How did Shan Song know when he would wake up? The timing was so precise.
"You guessed right, didn't you?" Shan Song was very proud of his understanding of his wife in every way: "Zhao Zhao goes to bed early at night, and if she stays in bed a little longer during the day, she'll be at the company around 10 o'clock. If she goes to bed late, it'll be midnight, and if she's a little fussy in the morning..."
"Cough cough cough..."
Tong Zhao almost choked while rinsing her mouth, interrupting Shan Song's endless sharing. This person is really... Tong Zhao pouted, but when she looked up, she saw her own obviously upturned mouth in the mirror.
"We'll be there in ten minutes. Zhao Zhao, take your time getting ready. We'll go eat first."
Dansong booked a well-known rooftop restaurant on the internet, overlooking the city from the 120th floor. Every day, there is a long queue of people making reservations, but today Dansong had the whole place to himself, which made it unusually quiet.
"This is the best spot; we can see the sunset soon." Shan Song moved a chair aside, gesturing for Tong Zhao to sit down.
The dishes were ordered in advance by Shan Song. As soon as they sat down, they were neatly placed on the table. Normally, the chef in charge of lunch would have already gone off duty at this time, but since Chairman Shan was there, he used a little "money power" to save them from going hungry while waiting.
Tong Zhao was indeed hungry. He had initially thought the restaurant was a Western-style place based on its decor, but it turned out to be entirely Chinese cuisine, and the taste suited his palate perfectly.
Seeing his cheeks bulging from eating, Shan Song laughed: "Zhao Zhao is starving."
Tong Zhao glanced at him. Whose fault was this?
No, Tong Zhao hesitated, his memory flashing back to a few hours earlier. He lowered his head. Okay, this time it's his own fault.
While eating, Tong Zhao suddenly noticed that the person opposite him hadn't eaten much, but had instead picked up his computer and started working.
"You even bring your laptop to meals?" Tong Zhao blinked.
Seemingly noticing the gaze, Shan Song looked up: "Are you full?"
Tong Zhao shook his head and continued to eat, though this time he didn't eat as fast as before. As he ate, he casually asked, "How did your talk with Geng Qiushi go this morning?"
"Not bad. The good news is that Geng Qiushi has signaled his willingness to take the initiative to get closer to us, so we can talk openly in the future. The bad news is that although he knows about Geng Keli's affairs and has some evidence, it's not enough."
Shan Song pushed the phone to Tong Zhao: "It's less than I expected, not enough to fundamentally damage Geng Keli's career."
Tong Zhao looked at the phone, then frowned: "That's all?"
Without conclusive evidence, they can't report it to the police right now, otherwise, if they make a big fuss, he'll only be detained for a few days at most before being bailed out by the Geng family. After that, investigating will be even more difficult, and online public opinion will also be affected.
Tong Zhao pondered seriously, his expression somewhat resembling that of Shan Song, but when he spoke the next sentence, he returned to his usual demeanor: "Geng Qiushi wouldn't be lying, would he? Is he still hiding it from us?"
Shan Song shook his head: "Not necessarily. I tend to think that he really doesn't know more, but he should have a way to find out. In that case, he'll need to exchange something else for it."
"So, should we let the bullets fly for a while longer?" Tong Zhao stuffed the last bite of the plate into her mouth, cupping her face in her hands as she chewed.
Dan Song's hands were itching, so he pinched his wife's face and played with it for a while before saying, "No need, we need to clarify things. We have evidence and video recordings. I gave the order while you were asleep."
"Oh." Tong Zhao trusted Shan Song completely.
Seeing that he had finished eating, Shan Song waved, and the waiter cleared away the tableware.
"The afternoon tea menu is here. Just order whatever you like." Shan Song handed the order tablet to Tong Zhao.
"You've already eaten lunch?" Did she come here specifically to eat with him? Tong Zhao had already guessed this, and now she was even more certain.
“Yeah, it’s too much trouble to travel. This place is close to your film set, and we can have the whole place to ourselves without being disturbed. We can stay here and even watch the sunset.”
"He can still work here and be with his wife," Tong Zhao silently added in her heart.
The orange glow of the setting sun gently spread across the floor-to-ceiling windows from west to east. Inside, the Alpha, focused on his work, and the Omega, nestled beside him arranging desserts, were both enveloped in warm hues. A cozy and sweet atmosphere permeated the space, seemingly isolating the two from the outside world, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene that one would not want to disturb.
Tong Zhao asked the restaurant staff to film this scene, then edited it and posted it on the internet, which was currently embroiled in conflict.
Just as she was chuckling to herself, Shan Song caught her in the act. Shan Song raised an eyebrow and said, "Let's go. Take Zhao Zhao to film. Your husband is waiting for you at the hotel after showering."
"..." What kind of nonsense is this?
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