Extra Chapter: A Family of Lovers
"Mr. Investor, would you do me the honor of showing up at the wrap party tonight?"
A familiar voice, clearly tinged with teasing, came from the office doorway. Shan Song put down the documents in his hand, and before he even turned his gaze to the voice, a smile crept onto his lips.
"Of course we have to go and support our great movie star."
Dan Song turned his chair around and watched his wife, who was becoming increasingly radiant, walk towards him step by step. A smile appeared at the corner of his eye: "I can give Zhao Zhao a 20% discount on her appearance fee."
They also charge appearance fees...
Tong Zhao, also smiling, walked over to Shan Song and sat down. He put down the gift first, then rested his chin on his hand and pretended to ponder for a few seconds: "20% off is too expensive. Can you offer another discount? For my wife's sake."
Dan Song raised an eyebrow, "I'll keep clear accounts with my wife!"
However... he neither spoke nor refused, but smiled and was clearly waiting for something.
Hmm, that means it depends on how your wife appeases you.
Clearly understand, clearly put into practice.
Practical content: One hundred unchanging tricks for pleasing your husband.
"Husband~" He softened his tone with exceptional ease, leaning on the table, his palms folded under his chin, tilting his head slightly, staring at the person without blinking.
That exquisite face, so favored by time, came close and filled the entire field of vision. Its full lips were slightly parted, and its nose twitched like that of a lazy feline. Light and shadow flickered in its light-colored pupils, with a hint of complaint, a hint of coquetry, and a few subtle, almost imperceptible cunning.
It's as if he's saying silently, "For your wife's sake, let's waive the appearance fee, okay?"
It's true that she's maintained the same approach for ten years, and she still has people completely under her thumb.
A wanted to hold out for a few more seconds, resisting his wife's skillful seduction, but then he saw a faint blush spread across her face, and with innocent eyes, she whispered, "There's a surprise tonight!"
The investor, who was being manipulated: "..."
Across the table, Shan Song pretended to be fierce as if she wanted to knock his head with her finger, but in the end she only flicked his nose: "Why did you come back by yourself? Didn't you ask your husband to go to the film set to catch you?"
Following Shan Song's lead, Tong Zhao walked around the desk and naturally straddled Shan Song's lap. He had originally intended to wait for Shan Song, but...
Including today, it's been a week since Shan Song last visited the set. Tong Zhao lowered her head and tentatively kissed the other's nose. His lips were then drawn deeper into hers, and her secret anticipation met Shan Song's increasingly intense gaze. It seemed as if some invisible spark crackled in the air. Her heart rate soared, and her complexion became as rosy as a spring peach blossom. Shan Song's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was about to help her stand up—
"Daddy, baby's here!"
A small head suddenly peeked out from the office doorway, and a sweet, coquettish voice came through the crack in the door.
Upon hearing the sound, the couple immediately separated, briefly avoiding each other's gaze. Realizing their own guilty consciences, they both burst into laughter. Tong Zhao's eyes darted around before she sat back down on the chair beside him.
This brief pause was enough for a little kid to toddle over to Tong Zhao, climb onto the office chair, crane his neck, and exclaim in delight, "Darling!"
"Daidai" was the name given to the child when he first learned to speak and his pronunciation was not standard. However, later, because Shan Song felt that calling him father was too serious, he continued to use this name, which also distinguished it from "Daddy".
"Baby!" Tong Zhao smiled brightly, "Do you want to be cute?"
"I missed you!" Shan Yihe hugged his neck. He wasn't lying at all. He came today to ask his dad to take him to visit the set. He didn't expect to be surprised to see his dad, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, as soon as he arrived at the company.
Having taken him to the film set a few times, the little boy clearly had the idea of visiting the set. When he missed his dad, he would urge his uncles and aunts to take him to the company to visit the set together. He was quite clever. Shan Song smiled and patted the little head in his arms: "No need to visit the set today. Daddy has finished filming and can go home with you and Daddy."
Shan Yihe's eyes lit up as she looked at Tong Zhao.
"I'm taking the baby out for a nice meal tonight!" Tong Zhao said.
Shan Yihe jumped up and down happily, her little gesture exactly like her dad's: "Baby wants to sleep with Daddy tonight!"
"..."
After a moment of silence, Tong Zhao coughed lightly: "Where's my sister?"
"My little sister is snoring~" Shan Yihe didn't notice her two fathers' awkwardness. She looked away from the gifts Tong Zhao brought back, put her hands together to her mouth, and whispered.
The assistant followed behind, carrying the sleeping little Yinuo, and skillfully settled the boss's daughter into the small bed in the lounge. Then, he quietly slipped out of the office, closing the door behind him and leaving the family of four alone.
"Is Yinuo asleep again?" Tong Zhao asked softly, mimicking her own baby.
Dan Song tucked the little girl in, then sat down on the carpet next to the sofa with Xiao Yihe in his arms, and gave a helpless "hmm".
Tong Zhao chuckled, wondering what to do when her little one slept so much.
Yihe and Yinuo are three years old this year. The two siblings have personalities like Tong Zhao, so well-behaved that they make people's hearts melt, at least that's how they appear. However, the younger sister seems to have inherited something else, such as being able to sleep soundly no matter the time or place.
"Then let Yinuo sleep a little longer, it's still early." Tong Zhao tiptoed over to take a look at the sleeping child.
"Zhao Zhao underestimates our baby's sleep quality." Shan Song chuckled as she unpacked the building blocks that had been coveted for so long and handed them to the still energetic child in front of her, while quietly putting away her own gift.
Indeed, Tong Zhao seemed to remember something and smiled.
After playing with building blocks for a while, Yihe looked at her two dads who were always together, thought for a moment, and then ran over and climbed onto Shansong's lap. Her two short legs were spread wide, as if she wanted to sit on Shansong: "Daddy!"
Dan Song was surprised and reflexively steadied him with one hand: "Hey, what's wrong, baby?"
Shan Yihe's excitement remained undiminished; he remembered that his grandpa had just sat like that!
"Baby wants to be like Grandpa."
Shan Song was stunned, and at the same time, Tong Zhao's smile froze, her fair face visibly turning red.
His Zhao Zhao is still so thin-skinned all these years. Shan Song suppressed a laugh, grabbed Xiao Bao's armpits with both hands, and adjusted their positions: "Is it the same this time?"
Xiao Bao clapped his hands and exclaimed excitedly, "Darling!"
Dan Song pinched his round little face: "You can only sit like this with your fathers, understand? You can't sit like this with other people..."
?
Do we have to start teaching this early?
Seemingly sensing his wife's question, Shan Song said seriously, "Gender awareness must be cultivated from childhood."
Indeed, it takes time to gradually infiltrate. Tong Zhao was persuaded by his few words and forgot his embarrassment, leaning against the desk and smiling at the father and son.
Dan Song gave the seemingly clueless baby another careful little lesson. Glancing at his wife out of the corner of his eye, a thought flickered in his mind. He spoke gently to the baby in his arms, who was still filled with curiosity, "Alright, the 'Sweetheart Experience Card' is over." Without further ado, he picked up the little one and placed him on the other side of the sofa, softly calling, "Zhao Zhao?"
"Hmm?" Tong Zhao was gently pulled into Shan Song's arms. While looking bewildered, he heard Shan Song's voice coming from his chest: "This seat is for married adults like Daddy. You can sit like this, little one. You can try it out with Daddy, but you can't sit here for too long..."
Tong Zhao punched Shan Song in embarrassment and annoyance: "What are you talking about with a kid!"
Shan Yihe looked thoughtfully at the stack of fathers: "Can my little sister experience it too?"
"Of course you can, but your little sister is sleeping, so don't disturb her." Shan Song patted his head: "Baby, go play first."
"Okay, then I'll go keep my sister company!"
"Wait a minute, baby."
Just as Shan Yihe was about to climb off the sofa, he heard the sound and looked up at his two fathers. Shan Song smiled and waved, then picked up the little boy and hugged him back, kissing him on his chubby face. Tong Zhao kissed him on the other side and patted his bottom: "Go play."
Dan Song wanted to say something more, but the little boy looked around and said, "Only Daddy can kiss you, baby trial card!"
They actually managed to teach it.
"Baby is so smart! Give Daddy another kiss!"
The younger sister, who had been sleeping nearby, woke up at some point. She stared at them with her big, round eyes, slowly got up, and wobbled onto Tong Zhao's lap, her voice still sleepy: "Daddy, I want a kiss too."
They picked up their younger sister and kissed her as much as they wanted. Suddenly, the older brother thought of something, leaned close to his sister, and covered her mouth. The couple watched the two children whispering to each other, exchanged silent glances, and smiled.
Soon, the older brother patted Dansong's thigh and said, "Little sister, try it!" He then climbed to the other side, and Tong Zhao cooperated with the two children to make room for her.
Dan Song remained motionless, like a magical ride in an amusement park, and hugged the two babies again, adding a heartfelt fatherly reminder.
Tong Zhao gazed at her lover, who was gently explaining safety tips to the children, and her heart slowly warmed.
Since the addition of these two children to their family, Shan Song has become much gentler, as if afraid that something external might frighten these two little lives whose exploration of the world is zero.
But the two children were very cooperative, showing no fear of their father's naturally fierce appearance and pheromones. Or rather, such emotions hadn't yet been processed in their round little minds. They were enveloped by an invisible, close connection in their blood, their beautiful big eyes filled with curiosity and laughter. They waved their short, chubby arms and touched Shan Song's face, exclaiming, "Ya ya!"
These are the two fathers they saw when they first opened their eyes to the world, and their hearts softened because of them.
Tong Zhao smiled and her eyes softened. She told him not to worry, that her husband was the gentlest and best lover in the world, and would definitely be the most responsible father in the future.
“Darling, baby has had her turn, here you sit.” Little Yinuo had finished her “project” at some point and came over to take his hand. As he bent down to pick her up, she secretly complained in his ear, “Daddy’s legs are so hard, baby’s little cushion is for grandpa.”
Tong Zhao chuckled, "Thank you, baby," then looked at Shan Song, who looked puzzled, and kissed the little boy's forehead, "Daddy doesn't feel it's hard."
"What are you whispering about?" Shan Song had already leaned in keenly, her eyes full of mischief: "Let your husband hear."
"Let the baby hear it too!" Shan Yihe followed suit.
Tong Zhao pursed her lips and made up for the kiss she had missed in front of the children because of shyness, giving the person a warning look: Don't teach the baby bad habits.
Dan Song chuckled softly, his large hands hanging by his sides pulling the two children away and turning them around, then he stole a brief kiss from his wife.
"Baby~" The deep, husky voice pounded into her heart, and the tender, intimate murmur exploded in her mind. Tong Zhao froze on the spot, as if the overwhelming sense of shame had been paused.
Dan Song's gaze, like a swimming fish, circled around Tong Zhao, measuring and pondering inch by inch. After a while, he stroked his chin and nodded in satisfaction: "Didn't you teach him anything bad?"
"………………"
Tong Zhao ruthlessly pushed away A, she can't even be serious for a second!
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