Zhou Muyuan's collapse immediately raised the company's profile to a new level. Such a commotion naturally attracted a lot of attention from the outside world. In just one morning, the news about the Zhou family's situation spread like wildfire throughout the industry.
Even on the island, Shan Song was given a phone call by Qi Changzhou, who explained the whole story clearly.
Speculation abounded regarding Zhou Muyuan's health, prompting other shareholders of the Zhou family to stir and secretly gather information. With the Zhou family leaderless and a temporary general manager incapable of fulfilling his duties, the situation descended into complete chaos.
Unfortunately, this good show didn't last long. Zhou Muyuan woke up and immediately clarified the rumors of his critical illness, then dragged himself back to the company.
Qi Changzhou clicked his tongue as he said this: "But I really didn't expect Zhou Muyuan to still have any real feelings for his family. Even after all this, he still wanted to protect his son when he went back."
There was no reply on the other end of the phone. Qi Changzhou asked in confusion, "Are you listening? What are you doing?"
A "tsk" sound came from Shansong's end, followed by the sound of something falling over. The voice became clearer, as if someone had picked up the phone: "Is this the first time you've met Zhou Muyuan? Don't you know how much his sincerity is worth? If you can't protect him, he'll just have to wait for bankruptcy. If you can protect him, maybe you can delay his bankruptcy a little longer."
Anyway, they're going to go bankrupt eventually, right?
Qi Changzhou chuckled, deliberately being sarcastic and disgusting: "Well, it's not like there's none at all. Our Songsong has never experienced fatherly love. It's truly heartbreaking to hear. Why don't you call me father..."
Dan Song was speechless: "If you have nothing to do, go sweep the stables in the manor."
"...Huh? Why are you so good-tempered? You didn't hang up this time?" Qi Changzhou asked, puzzled.
"Wait a minute..." Qi Changzhou suddenly realized that he had forgotten what the kid had gone to the island for. This was just asking for humiliation...
Unfortunately, it was too late; a clear "Husband" came through the phone receiver.
It wasn't meant for him, of course.
The soft, cuddly sound sent a shiver down Qi Changzhou's spine. Was this what it meant to have a wife?
Shan Song hugged Tong Zhao, who had walked up to him, gently rubbed his lower back with his palm, and naturally lowered his head to kiss him: "Wife, you're awake?"
"Hmm." Tong Zhao had just woken up, her voice still hoarse. She wrapped her arms around Shan Song's waist, burying herself in his chest like a big cat, inhaling his pheromones. After a moment, she suddenly pulled away a little, her nose twitched, and her gaze swept around: "What's that smell? It's so strange, is something burnt?"
Everyone looked behind him, but Shan Song froze, turning to block the trash can: "It's nothing, let's go out first."
"Oh." Tong Zhao didn't pay attention, and Shan Song simply grabbed him by the knees, picked him up, and carried him to the living room.
Dan Song released another pheromone around Tong Zhao: "Is there not enough pheromone in the room? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, it's just that I didn't see you when I woke up, so I missed you a little..." Tong Zhao was a little embarrassed, her voice getting softer and softer, her face buried in Dan Song's chest, completely losing the boldness of the past few days, and turning back into a well-behaved and shy little quail.
Pheromones are a good thing. Dan Song smiled and sat on the sofa without putting Tong Zhao down, resting his chin on Tong Zhao's shoulder and enjoying the afternoon's warmth.
The two pheromones had completely blended together, and the change in the scent of the orchid made Dan Song extremely satisfied.
"Were you on the phone just now?" Tong Zhao asked.
Reminded by him, Shan Song finally remembered his good friend on the other end of the phone: "Oh, it's Qi Changzhou, don't worry about him."
Shan Song casually hung up the phone and continued his sweet conversation with his wife.
"..." Qi Changzhou was completely taken aback and felt utterly powerless, increasingly regretting that he had ever called this beast.
Tong Zhao stared intently at the call that had just ended. Thinking that Qi Changzhou had overheard the whole thing, her face flushed red, and she lightly punched Shan Song: "Why didn't you tell me!"
"It's my fault, Zhao Zhao, don't be angry." Shan Song patted him and explained, "He made fun of me, and I wanted to tease him, but I was so focused on my wife that I forgot about him."
"What did he laugh at you about?" Tong Zhao asked, blinking her big eyes.
Dan Song pretended to be very down: "Laugh at me for being a pitiful little thing without a father's love."
Tong Zhao frowned, thinking that given their relationship, it must be a joke. So he touched Shan Song's face, thought for a long time, and then blurted out, "I didn't either."
Shan Song, who was waiting for his wife to comfort and defend him, instantly lost his composure: "Then we're just two pitiful little things."
“It doesn’t matter whether you have one or not…” Tong Zhao also felt that his words of comfort seemed a little off, so he added quietly, “But you have a wife.”
The curve of Dan Song's eyes softened instantly: "Yes, I have a wife now. Wife, give me a kiss."
Tong Zhao leaned in for a quick kiss and asked, "Should we go back now?"
"Let's wait a few more days, so Zhou Muyuan won't cause trouble."
Tong Zhao nodded.
She patted her stomach, looked up, and said, "Were you making something to eat just now? I'm a little hungry, let's make it together!"
"Um..." Shan Song stammered, which was unusual for him. Tong Zhao asked, a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"
He got off Shan Song, took his hand, and walked towards the kitchen.
Helpless, Shan Song reluctantly followed behind, yielding to his wife's force.
As soon as Tong Zhao entered the kitchen, she smelled that strange odor again. After looking around, she finally spotted what appeared to be a pile of ribs in the trash can...
?
A question mark appeared above Tong Zhao's head. Had it been accidentally burned?
Turning to look at Dansong, I saw that she was already skillfully chopping vegetables.
Seeing him looking over, she smiled and said, "I'll start simmering the soup first, Zhao Zhao, see what you'd like to eat?"
Surprisingly, no explanation was given. Tong Zhao hesitated for a moment, then put aside her doubts, rummaged through the ingredients in the refrigerator, and said, "How about making some roasted ribs? Was this fish delivered this morning? It's so fresh. Let's make steamed fish."
"Okay," Shan Song replied, "I'll get the meat and fish."
"It's just the two of us, so let's make some vegetables. Would you like some stir-fried yam?" Tong Zhao placed the ingredients on the kitchen counter.
"Okay, add some snow peas and carrots. I'll handle the yam; it'll make my hands itchy."
"..." This person took all the work. Even the snow peas were washed by the aunt, leaving him only to cut carrots. The cutting board was still in Shan Song's hands, and he guessed that he probably wouldn't get a turn.
Tong Zhao thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll make the sauce and marinate the meat first. I can wear gloves so my hands won't get dirty."
Dan Song paused for a moment, then nodded: "Mm."
The more she looked, the stranger it seemed. What was wrong with Shan Song? Tong Zhao wondered, observing his slightly unnatural demeanor. While fiddling with the sauce in her hand, she frequently glanced in Shan Song's direction. When she saw him putting the beef directly into the casserole, she reminded him, "Shouldn't you blanch it first?"
"Yes, I was busy and forgot." Shan Song took out the meat and started a new pot.
Tong Zhao turned around and went to spread sauce on the ribs.
After a while, Tong Zhao frowned as she watched Shan Song put the yam and tomatoes together with the beef, intending to add water directly. She couldn't help but lean over and say, "The tomatoes need to be stir-fried first, so they can release their juices."
A little while later, when Tong Zhao was wrapping the ribs in tin foil, she suddenly heard a sizzling sound, the sound of oil splashing out. Tong Zhao exclaimed, "Honey, turn the heat down a bit."
Tong Zhao quickly went over and turned on the stove switch, then pulled Shan Song's arm, which had been splashed with oil, under the tap to rinse it, her eyes full of heartache.
Dan Song comforted her, "It's alright, just a little bit."
Tong Zhao watched him anxiously. After rinsing his arm with cold water for a while and seeing only a few red marks, she let go. This time, she didn't dare go far, holding the ribs close to Dan Song until she saw him add a lethal dose of white pepper to the soup. She pursed her lips and said, "Husband..."
The single-line movement paused.
Tong Zhao pointed directly at the "corpse" of spare ribs in the trash can and asked definitively, "Did you make those spare ribs?"
"..."
"Don't you know how to cook?"
Dan Song reluctantly admitted, "I only know how to make a little breakfast."
"Then why didn't you say so? I could have just done it." Tong Zhao had already guessed it, ever since this person secretly checked on his phone before blanching the vegetables.
Dan Song sighed, "You always have to save face in front of your wife."
"Since it was my first time marking a dish, I wanted to do my best. This morning, I had Aunt Lin teach me step by step. Breakfast is mostly steamed or boiled, so it's not easy to mess up. Today, I wanted to try a new dish..."
"..." Well, you're quite good at pretending.
Tong Zhao forcefully took over all the work that required cooking, sending Shan Song, the fake chef, to chop vegetables.
Dan Song felt guilty and silently took over his wife's work. He thought it was too much to ask his wife to cook right after he marked her, so he quietly said, "Let me learn some more. I'll cook for Zhao Zhao later."
Tong Zhao pouted and coaxed perfunctorily, "Okay, I'll make it after my husband learns how."
After saying that, he took the pot far away from the Dansong.
"..."
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