7 o'clock in the morning.
Dan Song woke up first in the morning, glanced at the time, and turned off the alarm that Tong Zhao had set while fighting off sleepiness last night.
Last night, as his wife requested, he went to bed relatively early, but Tong Zhao usually sleeps in a little longer in the morning. Shan Song stared at his sleeping face for a while, and really couldn't bear to wake him.
"Wife?" Shan Song called softly.
"Hmm...uh?" Tong Zhao mumbled a few meaningless sounds, rubbed against the heat source next to him, and then fell silent.
Dan Song chuckled, pinched his cheek, lowered her head and kissed him, lingered tenderly for a while, then got up, tucked the blanket in, and went downstairs first.
The production crew will arrive a little late, but Qi Yan reminded him on his phone that the live broadcast will automatically start at 8:00 AM. There are hidden cameras everywhere in the room, mainly concentrated in the living room. The cameras in the master bedroom have been physically covered by the pine branches. They can be uncovered after Tong Zhao finishes tidying up.
There's only one camera on right now, showing a corner of the living room. Dan Song deliberately avoided that area when he came out.
Dan Song took a look at the live stream on his tablet. The background music was playing, and some netizens had already flooded into the live stream. Since there was still an hour before the live stream started, there weren't too many people. Judging from the few comments, most of them were malicious.
[This house doesn't look like it belongs to a wealthy family. Wasn't it supposed to be a luxury residence?]
[He's not good enough for her; he'll probably dump this one soon too.]
To be objective, the Shan family used to be an absolutely top-tier wealthy family; even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse.
[To add, she's now from a wealthy family; I really don't understand why she chose him.]
[It's all about looks, isn't it? A classic vixen face. She started seducing a movie star right after her debut, using acting as an excuse. Does she think the internet has no memory? She really has the nerve to come here.]
[Yeah, wasn't she a "2+1" couple (referring to a couple who are essentially kept by their husbands)? She's been a kept woman for years, and her husband really put up with it. How can someone with such questionable morals have the nerve to try and ride on the coattails of other couples' popularity?]
[A rotten pot with a rotten lid—neither is good. Aren't they afraid of getting sick? It's disgusting to even think about. This show is supposed to showcase the sweetness of married couples, so why did the production team invite him? He's not only a flop, but his character is also terrible. One rotten apple spoils the whole bunch.]
[It's a mutually beneficial arrangement; otherwise, how could she marry into a wealthy family?]
So am I the only one here to learn from experience?
[I can't learn that; my moral standards are too high. Didn't he also do that...?]
Which one?
[I know, tsk tsk, can't post it, just lost an alt account.]
What riddles are you all guessing?
[They're covering their mouths and forbidding me to say, but everyone in the industry knows. DM me if you want to know.]
Dan Song's expression grew increasingly grim. After reporting several issues, he pinched his brow and tossed the tablet aside.
This was released under strict housing authority supervision, so you can imagine how much public opinion had already been brewing behind the scenes.
A few years ago, when Tong Zhao was all alone, how did she manage to overcome all these criticisms step by step? Shan Song's heart felt like it was sinking into ice water, chilling him to the bone.
"Husband?" Tong Zhao called softly from upstairs.
Dan Song suddenly sat up, turned around and saw his wife leaning against the railing upstairs with her messy head sticking out. He said, "Awake?"
Her voice was gentle, but her tone still sounded a bit strange. Tong Zhao was too far away to see the subtle expressions clearly, so she pointed downstairs and whispered, "Are there any cameras on camera?"
“There’s one, the microphone isn’t on. Come down here.” Shan Song said as he went over to them, leading Tong Zhao around the camera’s range.
"I was planning to wake you up later, why did you wake up by yourself?"
Tong Zhao was too embarrassed to say that he felt the pheromones in the bed had faded, since they had already marked each other for life and it wasn't his peak season, making him seem like he was desperate...
"Not enough pheromones?" Shan Song asked as he controlled his pheromones to envelop Tong Zhao.
Tong Zhao's eyes widened, and she blurted out without thinking, "How did you know?"
A slight, sly smile curved Shan Song's lips: "I don't know, I was just kidding."
"..."
Dan Song didn't know, but every morning, he would habitually leave enough pheromones for the omega. Today, he was thinking about the live stream and forgot, so he released a little more pheromones out of annoyance.
Tong Zhao felt the fluctuations of pheromones surrounding her and felt a little irritated. The doubts from before returned to her mind. Coincidentally, the two of them were in the same spot where they had chatted last night. After a few seconds of reaction, Tong Zhao had a flash of inspiration: "Honey, are you still a little nervous?"
Shan Song lowered his head and pulled his head into his arms. After a while, he gave a soft "Mmm" in resignation: "I'm a little worried."
Tong Zhao wriggled out of his arms and cupped his face in her hands: "What's wrong?"
Shan Song affectionately nuzzled Tong Zhao's face: "Seeing Zhao Zhao being criticized by all sorts of people online makes me a little uncomfortable."
"But we're going to clarify this! We'll do a live stream for a few days, and if the tide turns, we can use the evidence to slap them in the face. We can also hire online trolls to attack them!"
Tong Zhao had already spotted the tablet on the coffee table and guessed why Shan Song had gotten upset. She added, "I don't care about their opinions. I used to use an alternate account to curse people a long time ago. These words are just repetitive and I'm tired of them."
Tong Zhao smiled easily, placing her hands on Shan Song's shoulders: "I've already made the money, so let them criticize me. Our life is for both of us. Doesn't my husband know whether I'm happy or not?"
Shan Song looked at him intently for a while: "Zhao Zhao is more magnanimous than me."
"Because I have more important things to do, and I don't want to waste my energy on other unimportant things."
Dan Song had a guess in his mind, and he heard himself ask, "What?"
"Make your husband happy." Tong Zhao said softly with her head down, then pressed her face against Shan Song's chest, refusing to look at him anymore. This made him a little shy.
Dan Song smiled slightly, then widened her smile, until the smile spread across her face, as if her eyes and brows were glowing: "Yes, my husband is happy, thank you, baby."
Tong Zhao was not only unaccustomed to saying such direct confessions, but he also felt embarrassed to hear them. However, seeing how well it worked, he thought that he could train himself to say more in the future. But at this moment, remembering how the Alpha always teased him and tricked him just now, Tong Zhao's eyes flickered, and he quietly pushed the Alpha away a little.
Under Shan Song's slightly questioning gaze, he straightened his pajama collar, sat up straight, and said, "You're welcome. I'll thank you once, and you thank me once, so we're even. We won't have to thank each other anymore, okay?"
"..." Shan Song was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly turned playful. He leaned forward and pressed Tong Zhao against the back of the sofa: "Was that how I was back then?"
Tong Zhao nodded seriously: "I was very serious at the time."
Shan Song immediately grasped the implication: "So now you're being indecent?"
Tong Zhao coughed lightly, turned her face away, and tacitly agreed without saying a word.
Dan Song leaned in and kissed me twice: "It was because some little omega thanked me so formally that I didn't seem serious or frivolous, and I even teased my husband."
As she spoke, she lightly bit Tong Zhao's lower lip in frustration.
The phone on the dining table suddenly started ringing incessantly. Shan Song didn't want to bother his wife, since he had a live broadcast to do later, so he stepped back a little and asked, "Do you want to put on some makeup?"
"Let's not wear makeup. If I put on makeup first thing in the morning, people will definitely criticize me."
"Even if she doesn't want to wear makeup, she'll still choose. If Zhaozhao likes it, she'll wear makeup."
"No need, it's too much trouble. Let's go change our clothes and have breakfast."
"Okay, you go first, I'll take this call." Shan Song said, hugging Tong Zhao and kissing her again.
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