Shan Song didn't inquire about Tong Zhao's conversation with that omega, but judging from Tong Zhao's demeanor, it probably wasn't a pleasant memory.
"Do you need comfort from your husband?" Shan Song held his hand, leaned down slightly, and whispered.
Backlit, his features appeared even more profound. Tong Zhao seemed to snap out of his daze, staring at him for a moment. He wondered when it had started, but he no longer needed to look up to speak. The Alpha in front of him was always so considerate, and he seemed to have grown accustomed to deriving this special sense of security from these small details.
Seeing that the person was staring blankly again, Shan Song spoke up once more: "Want a hug?"
"Yes." This time it didn't take long before Tong Zhao nestled into the broad, soft chest in front of her, saying, "Husband."
Dan Song bent down and hugged his wife, who was acting coquettishly. He placed his palm on Tong Zhao's forehead, brushed away the stray hairs, and looked directly into Tong Zhao's eyes, saying, "Is there anything I can help you with, husband?"
Tong Zhao had already thought it through when she left the club, so she hardly thought about the expected question: "He used to be a makeup artist on set. I just invited him to join our team, and he said he needs to think about it. If he doesn't want to, can you find him some other jobs?"
"Of course." Shan Song rubbed his wife's head. "For such a small matter, Ms. Tong can just give the order, and Chairman Shan will approve it for you."
Tong Zhao laughed: "Then I'll thank the all-powerful Director Shan on his behalf."
Ms. Shan raised an eyebrow, lifted the person up by their thighs, and asked, "Do you have any plans for the afternoon? How about going to box with your husband?"
Tong Zhao's gaze suddenly rose above Shan Song's head, her eyes widening abruptly before relaxing again as she met Shan Song's gaze. "Okay!"
They've sparred at home a few times in the last couple of days. Tong Zhao has learned the basic moves quite quickly, and his posture looks pretty good. Shan Song, wearing only a tight vest, sparred with Tong Zhao. He patted his chest with his boxing gloves and said, "Come on, hit me here."
Having just warmed up, Tong Zhao's chest muscles were engorged and clearly defined. With a tense and serious expression, he aimed at his target and threw a straight punch, the glove striking his skin with a crisp sound.
Coach Shan instructed and corrected: "Your punching speed is a little slow, let's do it again."
"Smack!"
"The speed is good, but the power is still lacking. Let's try again, and focus on hitting harder."
"Bang!"
"Even more so, it's like a kitten scratching an itch; are you afraid of hurting your husband?"
"Bang! Bang!"
Coach Shan, who had just finished teasing someone, couldn't keep up with Zhao Zhao's pace for a moment and was forced to take a step back to regain his balance. Tong Zhao raised her chin when she saw this.
The proud kitten, Shan Song immediately laughed: "Hmm, very presentable."
"Keep going!" Tong Zhao shook his fist.
"Come."
After venting his anger all afternoon, Tong Zhao lay on the soft cushion, sweating profusely, staring at the ceiling and panting heavily. Shan Song watched him quietly for a while, then took a wet towel and moved closer.
"Close your eyes."
"look up."
He carefully wiped away Tong Zhao's sweat, then unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to her: "Drink slowly."
Watching Tong Zhao gulp down most of the bottle, Shan Song took the remaining bit, tilted his head back, and drank it all down. He then tossed the empty bottle aside, the plastic bottle tracing a graceful parabola before hollowing out and landing in the bucket. Tong Zhao blinked, then clapped his hands in a slightly delayed manner, praising him: "Coach, do you want to play basketball?"
Dan Song chuckled, sat back down next to him, and ruffled his curly hair: "How are you feeling? Don't you feel great?"
"Um!"
"If you're ever unhappy in the future, come here to let it all out."
Tong Zhao was stunned and turned to look at Shan Song. The Alpha's sweat-soaked vest had been taken off, and his upper body was bare, exuding a strong sense of hormones. Looking up, he saw that pair of dark, all-seeing eyes staring at him without blinking.
She was still trying to coax him. Her heart pounded harder, and her eardrums throbbed. Tong Zhao hugged Shan Song tightly around the waist and kissed his chest, which she had pounded until it was red. "Thank you, husband."
"Does it hurt?" Tong Zhao asked, looking up.
A smile flashed across Shan Song's eyes. He reached out and grabbed Tong Zhao's hand that was stroking his chest, then squeezed and punched his own fist hard. "Hard," he said, before putting the fist back on Tong Zhao's chest and patting it lightly. "Soft."
In conclusion: "You still need to practice, Zhao Zhao."
"..." Okay, I'm not moved at all now!
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
A phone rang, and Tong Zhao took the opportunity to escape Shan Song's mockery, got up and picked up the phone.
"It is Taiyue." Tong Zhao addressed her in this way, naturally displaying the demeanor of an elder sister-in-law.
Shan Song glanced at it a couple more times, then chuckled to himself. Under his wife's questioning gaze, he answered the phone: "Tai Yue?"
"Song-ge, how's it going on your end?"
"It went very smoothly. As planned, we'll release some information tomorrow to let it spread."
“Okay, then I’ll start preparing here too.” Qi Taiyue paused for a moment: “Geng Keli is too vigilant, so the effect will be reduced, but with Jiang Li here, we can make up for this problem.”
"Oh?" Shan Song's lips curled up, and he deliberately complained to Tong Zhao at a volume that could be heard on the other end of the phone: "This kid didn't talk like this when he was discussing revenue sharing with us. If the effect is compromised, shouldn't the revenue sharing also be compromised? What do you think, wife?"
Qi Taiyue: "..."
Tong Zhao didn't speak, turning her head away and trying hard to suppress her laughter, afraid that she might accidentally upset her younger brother on the other end of the phone.
"Don't worry, Brother Song, there won't be any compromises." Qi Taiyue's mature and steady voice had a noticeable hint of gritted teeth.
But Shan Song seemed not to hear: "Oh, then I'm relieved."
After hanging up the phone, Tong Zhao finally laughed out loud: "You're bullying your brother again."
"Didn't this kid call first?" Shan Song raised an eyebrow. He had wanted to teach this rascal a lesson for a long time. He had tricked him so many times, it was time to give him a good beating.
Tong Zhao laughed for a while longer, then leaned against Shan Song's chest: "This time, our chances of winning are much higher!"
"Well, barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should be resolved before the variety show ends." Shan Song twirled his phone in his hand.
Tong Zhao cupped her face in her hands: "I should still be in the crew at that time."
After he said that, Shan Song remembered that his little model worker's audition results had already come out, and as expected, he got the role smoothly.
When will you join the crew?
"Filming is expected to start in a week, but we are still waiting for further notice."
"Is the time so tight?" Shan Song frowned for a moment, then quickly relaxed. "That's fine. It'll be just the right time to negotiate with Geng Keli, so it'll have less of an impact on you once you join the group."
Tong Zhao nodded obediently and replied, "You'll definitely be much busier then than you are now. We can rest together once we're all done with our work."
Sensing his wife coaxing him, Shan Song's eyes crinkled with laughter: "Okay, I'll listen to Zhao Zhao."
"Let's go, grab something to eat, and then we'll go see Qi Yan."
What are you doing?
"put on a show."
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