When Tong Zhao received the call, he was holed up in his room, feeling suffocated. When he heard the familiar ringtone, his eyes lit up, and he picked up the phone. Shan Song's handsome face immediately filled the screen as he asked with a smile, "How many more days until filming wraps up?"
Tong Zhao had just seen the latest announcement that morning, and replied with a pout, "There are still three scenes to go."
He paused, then complained in a slightly dejected tone, "But we can't start filming for another week, and I have to stay for the wrap party. Qin Chong deliberately arranged for the director to schedule all my scenes very late. I'm scheduled for the last scene, and if things go smoothly, it will take two days to film. I don't know if he'll cause any more trouble."
Shan Song could hear the obvious, almost blatant, coquettish tone in his voice, and said gently, "Then how about I go find Zhao Zhao ahead of time?"
Huh? Tong Zhao was stunned for a moment, looking at Shan Song's expression... Actually, there was no need to look, Shan Song never lied to him about this kind of thing, so it meant that he could really come?
"Since we have nothing to do for seven days, I'll take you out to have some fun." Shan Song saw that his eyes were wide open in surprise, holding his phone in one hand and packing his luggage with the other.
Seeing this, Tong Zhao said, "It doesn't seem feasible. Qin Chong is very troublesome. I had planned to go out with Uncle Tie and the others, but I was urgently recalled by the director not long after I left. The director couldn't do anything about him. Although he didn't scold me, his face was very sour."
As Shan Song tidied up, he said, "Don't worry about him, I'll handle it. Don't pay attention to Qin Siyuan either, just block and delete him. He's currently locked in a fierce battle with Zhou Muyuan, so he won't make any rash moves."
"Didn't you say we needed to hold on for a few days, that there was no rush?" Tong Zhao lay on the bed, holding her phone up, watching him busy with this and that while still finding time to answer her questions.
Dan Song looked up at the omega on the other side of the screen, who was staring with wide, round eyes: "I was just about to tell you. Zhou Xinlin has made some unexpected gains. Someone died at his racetrack, and he probably can't afford the compensation right now. Ruan Qiuju has limited resources to offer if he wants to avoid being discovered by Zhou Muyuan. So, he'll have to come out of the company to make his next investment. Given his personality, he'll definitely be looking to recoup his losses in one deal. It's the perfect time to strike."
“We’re moving our plans forward. We don’t care whether they suspect anything these next few days. Anyway, they won’t be able to find out that we’ve known each other for a long time. At most, they’ll think you’ve already betrayed us and that we’ve reached some kind of cooperation.”
Tong Zhao nodded, understanding. The period of enduring hardship and biding his time was over; there was no need to continue pretending.
After saying that, he quickly packed his luggage: "See you in two hours, honey."
"Okay, then will you come directly to the room?"
Dan Song checked the time, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll go to the film set first to give you a warning, and then I'll take you out to eat."
Tong Zhao was happy and rolled around on the bed, feeling like a dark mushroom that had been exposed to the light—no, a happy little puppy.
"Then I'll wait for you!" The cheerful voice came through the receiver to Shan Song's ears, making him involuntarily curl the corners of his lips into a smile.
When Shan Song arrived, Tong Zhao was still excited. She was humming a song and squatting in front of her suitcase looking for clothes to wear when she went out. She picked and chose but was not very satisfied. Before she knew it, she had forgotten the time.
When he heard a sound at the door, he thought it was Xiaowen. He was about to look up and greet her when he heard a familiar, deep voice: "Wife."
"What are you standing there for? Come here and give me a hug." Shan Song smiled and opened his arms.
Tong Zhao recovered and immediately straightened up and rushed over: "You came so fast."
"Yeah, seeing his wife was in a hurry, he floored the gas pedal. I don't know if he broke any traffic rules." Shan Song lifted him up and let Tong Zhao hug his neck.
"Then you still need to be careful!" Tong Zhao immediately let go of her hand and said seriously, bowing her head.
“Exaggeration. I’m a law-abiding citizen.” Shan Song said helplessly, licking the lips that were so close to his.
What would you like to eat for dinner? Are you interested in Sichuan cuisine?
Tong Zhao was a little tempted, but still refused: "I'll eat it after filming. Eating too much oily and spicy food at night can easily cause breakouts."
Dan Song glanced at his fair, almost radiant face, then reached out and touched it; it was so smooth. "Let's eat something else then. Let's go for a walk and decide later. Didn't you want to go to one of those fancy little restaurants before?"
"Ah, wait a minute, let me change my clothes." Tong Zhaocai realized that she hadn't chosen her clothes yet. She struggled to get off Shan Song and returned to her suitcase, caught in a dilemma.
Shan Song was stunned when he saw the bed covered with clothes. He remembered that Tong Zhao had been looking for clothes when he came in, and he had a guess in his mind. He laughed and said, "Is Zhao Zhao setting up a stall? I'll take them all, five million for each piece."
After saying that, he actually took out his phone, counted the money with great seriousness, and transferred the money. The phone buzzed twice, and 80 million yuan was deposited into his account.
"..."
Dan Song walked to the bedside and picked up the thickest-looking set: "Wear this."
Tong Zhao looked at him, then at the clothes. How could this person pick the ugliest one at a glance? He said tactfully, "This might make you look a bit bulky, don't you think?"
Dan Song held the clothes in both hands, turned them around to look at them, and felt the texture. It was delicate and soft, probably cashmere, and would definitely be warm: "It's pretty good, not bulky. My husband paid for it, let's put it on and go."
"..." Tong Zhao looked up, wanting to refuse again, when he saw that Shan Song had already gone to pick out a coat for him, and took out two coats in his hands, one a solid navy blue and the other a black and white checkered one.
Before Tong Zhao could speak, another 20 million was transferred: "To round it up, which one do you like?"
Tong Zhao silently swallowed the words of refusal that were on the tip of her tongue, and pointed to the navy blue one, feeling that it would look pretty good with the accessories.
Under Shan Song's enticement, Tong Zhao finally put on the cashmere sweater that Shan Song considered old-fashioned, and then put on a coat. While he was agonizing over what accessories to wear, Shan Song pulled out his phone again, and Tong Zhao, startled, grabbed a scarf and put it on: "Okay, let's go!"
With a smile on his lips, Shan Song was pushed out the door by his wife, who also confiscated his phone.
Tong Zhao silently complained behind his back: Shan Song is really good at treating obsessive-compulsive disorder.
For dinner, they chose a Western restaurant that Tong Zhao found most appealing, with warm lighting and decor. However, it turned out to be a Thai restaurant.
Tong Zhao had never eaten this before and thought it would be good to try it, but she obviously couldn't get used to the taste of the spices in the dishes. She only picked a few dishes with less pungent flavors and ate a few bites. Then she took a sip of coconut juice and looked at the plate with some difficulty, where most of the food was left.
"Give it to me." Shan Song naturally took the plate: "I'll take you to eat something else later."
Tong Zhao observed that Shan Song didn't seem to like Thai food much, but he particularly liked the mango sticky rice. Tong Zhao chuckled to himself and wrote down his plan to make dessert for Shan Song in his mental memo.
Dan Song ate very quickly, but without any sign of panic. Tong Zhao watched as he gracefully finished off several plates of food. Even though each dish wasn't large, it was still quite surprising to Tong Zhao, as she never ate that much at home.
Dan Song looked up and saw the puzzled little face opposite him. He wiped his hands and flicked the little man's nose: "I didn't eat during the day. This dish is sweet and sour, so it's quite appetizing."
"Don't worry, no one is going to starve me, it's just that I didn't have time today."
Tong Zhao said "Oh," but he wasn't worried about that.
After Shan Song finished eating, he got up. Tong Zhao's coconut juice was also finished. He helped Tong Zhao put on her coat and took her hand: "Come on, let's go out and find something else to eat. There seems to be a university nearby. There should be plenty of snacks there tonight."
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