When Tong Zhao woke up, his eyes were swollen and he could barely open them. He reached out and touched the bed; it was warm, so the person must have just left.
Despite her aching back, Tong Zhao sat up. Thinking of the man's beastly behavior last night, her face suddenly burned. She covered her face and rubbed it vigorously, her dry throat managing to utter a strained "Bastard!"
Startled for a moment by her own dry, hoarse voice, Tong Zhao lost all interest in being shy.
Looking around, the room was no longer the one from last night, and I was just as clean and refreshed as before. There was also a familiar thermos on the bedside table.
Tong Zhao vaguely remembered that she was coaxed by Shan Song to drink a few sips of water while she was in a daze; otherwise, given the amount of exercise she had done yesterday, she would not have been able to utter a sound.
While thinking, Tong Zhao drank a few more mouthfuls of water, buttoned up her pajamas, washed up a little, and prepared to go downstairs to find Shan Song.
Walking around her waist and hips was a bit more comfortable than sitting, but her legs felt weak, and she felt like she was floating. Fortunately, the villa had an elevator, so Tong Zhao reluctantly moved to the living room and looked around but couldn't find Shan Song.
"Uncle Xu, where is Shansong?"
The butler turned around with a smile: "Young Master Zhao Zhao is awake? The young master was called away by the Zhou family. They said he wouldn't be back for a while. They ordered your favorite dishes to be made. Why don't you eat first?"
"Oh." Tong Zhao's face flushed a little. Why was the butler calling Zhao Zhao along? Could it be that Shan Song had also given the order?
Tong Zhao felt a little embarrassed by Xu Bo's presence. His back pain made him reluctant to sit down to eat. Just as he was hesitating, Xu Bo very naturally pulled out a chair and placed a soft cushion at least ten centimeters high on it: "Young Master Zhao Zhao, please sit down."
"..."
Tong Zhao's expression was complicated as he ate his first meal today. It wasn't just the soft cushions; the thought of how Xu Bo and the others he would be spending every day with cleaning up the messy bed from last night made him want to crawl into a hole.
Uncle Xu was a truly exceptional butler. After the meal, he even handed me his phone, saying, "Young Master said you can send him a message when you wake up."
"...Thank you, Uncle Xu."
"Then I won't bother Young Master Zhao Zhao any longer. Just call me if you need anything."
Tong Zhao opened his phone, where Shan Song had already sent him quite a few messages.
The most eye-catching thing was: "There are massage chairs on the third floor, just like before. Go get one first, and I'll apologize to you when we get home."
Tong Zhao pursed her lips, but ultimately succumbed to her back pain and moved to the third floor.
Shan Song seemed to be held up by something and wouldn't be back for a while. Looking at the first message, which was around 8 a.m., Tong Zhao couldn't help but wrinkle her nose. Did this guy really sleep last night?
She returned half a day earlier than me, and was still waiting for my news on the plane. When she returned to China, she would definitely put on a show at the Zhou family's place. Qin Siyuan meant that she had communicated with Zhou Muyuan. That meant that Shan Song was probably already talked to yesterday. She also had to find time to arrange the room. She was busy for half a day last night, and was called away so early today. She hasn't returned this afternoon. Where is she free?
Tong Zhao was a little unhappy that Zhou Muyuan was bothering her at this time. "I need to rest for a while."
He thought for a moment and sent: 【I'm awake, when are you going to reply?】
A few minutes later, Shan Song replied: [Still at the company. I'm going to the Zhou family's house for dinner tonight, so I'll be home a little late. Zhao Zhao, don't wait for me. Ask Aunt Lin to make whatever you want to eat, okay?]
【All right.】
After a while, Shan Song replied: "I'll bring you some snacks back."
Does he think he's a child? Tong Zhao obediently typed: 【You're busy, I'm fine at home. I'll contact the housekeeper if I need anything!】
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Tong Zhao's lips curled up slightly, then she sighed and nestled back into the massage chair for a comfortable massage for a while.
...
Shan Song didn't return until almost 8 p.m. When he came in, there was a noticeable red mark on his face. Tong Zhao noticed something was wrong from a distance and rushed over with a frown: "What happened to you? Who hit you?"
Dan Song bent down to match Tong Zhao's gesture of touching his face, and smiled reassuringly: "It's okay, don't worry."
Tong Zhao pouted: "Zhou Muyuan did it?"
"Yeah, it was just acting. I had a fight with him and made him really angry." Shan Song pinched the scrunched-up little face in front of her and held up the box in her other hand: "Don't be angry, I brought you ice cream."
Tong Zhao stared at Shan Song's face, her displeasure evident, clearly not listening to what he was saying: "Tell Uncle Xu to get you some ice to apply."
Helpless, Shan Song was forcibly pulled to the sofa by the omega, who carefully pressed a towel to his face, his expression even worse than when he had been beaten.
"It will disappear tomorrow."
Seeing that Tong Zhao was still silent after the compress was applied, Shan Song wrapped his arm around Tong Zhao's waist from behind and pressed him down: "But you, are you still feeling unwell? I said I would apologize to you, but you came back late. What punishment do you want to give me?"
Tong Zhao stared at him for a moment, then turned her head away: "Sleep with me."
Shan Song paused for a moment.
"Go to sleep now." Tong Zhao was very efficient and dragged Shan Song upstairs.
Looking at the worried look in his serious little face, Shan Song suddenly realized that she was actually concerned that he hadn't slept well. How could his wife be so obedient? He got up with Tong Zhao's help: "Okay, I'll go rest now."
Then he turned to Uncle Xu and said, "Uncle Xu, please clear away the ice cream on the table."
After saying that, Shan Song let Tong Zhao lead the way, saying as they walked, "Remember to try it tomorrow. Have you ever eaten at Gelago before? It's an ice cream shop I often go to. I don't know if it suits your taste, but I bought a little of each flavor, and I bought extra mango for you. But don't eat it on an empty stomach, and don't eat too much at once."
"I understand, I'll savor it. You can go to sleep now." Tong Zhao pushed him onto the bed.
Dan Song was both amused and exasperated by his unusually assertive action: "Let me change my clothes, wife."
Tong Zhao blushed and said, "You can change it."
Tong Zhao wasn't actually very sleepy. He had slept for a while on the massage chair earlier that day, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was full of energy. But in order to urge Shan Song to rest, he still lay down in bed with him.
Shan Song could tell, and said softly, "If you're not sleepy, go do something else. You don't need to stay with me so early."
Tong Zhao shook her head, her eyes resolute, and even released a little pheromone to soothe him. In short, she wanted to watch him sleep.
"Alright then." Shan Song pulled him into his arms.
After a while, Tong Zhao, feeling uncomfortable, adjusted his position. Shan Song looked down at him, noticing that he wasn't sleepy at all. He paused for a moment, then whispered comforting words in his ear, "Don't worry too much. I'm not that tired either. I slept on the plane and slept for a few hours last night. I was supposed to go back to the company tomorrow, but since I got slapped by him today, I can take a couple of days off to spend time with you."
Shan Song reached out and rubbed the back of Tong Zhao's head, then kissed him on the cheek: "I should have spent yesterday and today with you, but I was delayed. Our Lord Zhao is magnanimous and doesn't hold it against me, but I can't let Zhao suffer."
Normally, Tong Zhao would have obediently responded to these words, perhaps even a little touched, looking at him with sparkling eyes. But the omega now was completely oblivious to romance. Shan Song only saw a small head rustling out from under his arm, asking him with a serious face, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
"..." Shan Song closed his eyes and surrendered.
It turns out that even the softest persimmons aren't always easy to squeeze.
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