Tong Zhao slept until 5 p.m. When she woke up, Shan Song was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a black velvet suit. He looked somewhat familiar, but Tong Zhao couldn't remember him at the moment, so she didn't bother to investigate further.
As Dan Song's gaze rose with her movements, a bright color suddenly caught her eye at the neckline. Bright gold surrounded a dazzling ruby, exuding an air of nobility. The magnificent finished product that she had envisioned during the design process was now presented before her eyes. Moreover, due to the "model's" own outstanding qualities, the impact made everything around her pale in comparison.
Shan Song was still adjusting the position of the brooch, so focused that he didn't even notice that Shan Song had woken up.
Seeing this, Tong Zhao slowly got up, yawned, stretched his tired back, and moved forward a little distance with the blanket to take the brooch from Shan Song's hand, measuring it at the collar and chest instead of Shan Song's hand.
Shan Song paused for a moment, then lowered himself and let Tong Zhao do as he pleased.
After a moment, Tong Zhao settled on the position, then leaned back slightly to check the overall look – perfect!
"My husband is so handsome!" Tong Zhao said with a smile, looking up at him.
Shan Song stroked Tong Zhao's little face, which still bore some marks from sleeping, and smiled, "As long as Zhao Zhao likes it."
"Everyone arrived at 6 a.m., do we need to get up? Is anyone feeling unwell?"
"Ah!" Only when he was hugged through the blanket did Tong Zhao realize what he had forgotten. It was the banquet! If people found out he was sleeping until this late, they might think... Besides, the elders of both Shan and Qi's families would be coming. No, he had to get ready quickly.
"No, I'm up." Tong Zhao was anxious. She had just knelt up when her waist went weak and she fell back down. Shan Song quickly reached out to support her.
"..."
"..."
My back aches!
Tong Zhao pouted, glancing at the red marks on his wrists, then at the plum blossom-shaped welts on his body, and finally at the culprit—today's birthday boy. The carefully chosen handcuffs had ultimately been used on him; he didn't even know how he'd managed to break free—it was too brutal!
Looking at his wife with a half-scolding gaze, Shan Song coughed twice and took the initiative to massage her waist.
How could the birthday boy do any work today? Tong Zhao propped himself up on his elbows and sat up again, stubbornly saying, "I'm fine!"
Before she could react, Tong Zhao had already limped out of bed, wrapped in the blanket, and dashed into the bathroom.
This time, the bathroom window was closed, and Shan Song had turned on the heater in advance. Tong Zhao grimaced in front of the mirror and rubbed the joint between her waist and hips, which felt like it was about to break. She hadn't noticed that at the same time, there was also a dull ache... Tong Zhao pursed her lips. Last night was really too fierce!
I wonder where Dansong put the cardboard box from yesterday; he prepared ointment in advance…
His gaze inadvertently swept over the sink. Wait a minute! Upon closer inspection, wasn't that the ointment he had prepared?
The image of Shan Song's expression when he saw this while tidying up this morning flashed through my mind—subtle, a half-smile, almost mocking. Then, I thoughtfully placed it on the sink, waiting for him to sneak in and find it, and then pretend he knew nothing when he left.
There's no need to be so thorough.
Shaking his head, Tong Zhao picked up the ointment. This was the first time he had ever needed to reduce the swelling, which showed just how unrestrained he was.
Half an hour later, Tong Zhao came out of the bathroom with her hair still a little damp and went straight to the dressing room. The clothes that Dan Song had prepared in advance were already hanging on the clothes rack at the far end.
Only one set?
Tong Zhao was puzzled. He walked closer and was stunned. He finally realized where the subtle sense of familiarity on Shan Song came from. Wasn't this the clothes they wore for their engagement party?
Shan Song, who had just left, appeared at the door of the dressing room at some point: "The Qin family is so unlucky. Their original suits didn't fit anymore. This one was redesigned by a designer based on the original pattern. What do you think?"
Tong Zhao suddenly turned around, and Shan Song was indeed dressed the same way he did on the first day they reunited, even his hair had been specially cut short somewhere.
He threw himself into Shan Song's arms: "Husband!"
"Um?"
Tong Zhao snuggled against him, careful not to wrinkle his meticulously groomed suit, before pulling away after a moment: "Happy birthday!"
Shan Song held his hands and said with a smile, "Yeah, didn't I already say that?"
When did you say that?
Oh, at the hot springs… How does that count? Tong Zhao’s cheeks flushed, and she glanced at him: “We’re having a get-together with friends and family today, do we have to dress this formally?”
"It's alright, I'll make them all wear it." Shan Song waved his hand dismissively. "Didn't everyone listen to me today?"
"..." My birthday plans have been discovered again!
Has he really not awakened some kind of mind-reading ability? Based on her years of experience reading scripts, Tong Zhao peeked out, staring at his face while secretly thinking to herself: Domineering Chairman Shan! Unreasonable!
"Go downstairs after you've changed your clothes," Shan Song seemed not to react, but he lightly pinched Shan Song's butt as Shan Song turned around.
"!"
"What bad things did you say about your husband?" A voice tinged with laughter rang out.
They have mind-reading abilities!
As soon as the two went downstairs, Jiang Li knocked on the door. Looking at the time, it was 5:50, making it hard not to suspect that she had deliberately arrived early.
"Surprise! Happy birthday, Xiao Dan! Look how radiant you are, you must have received a gift from A Zhao!" Just as Tong Zhao expected, she started teasing him as soon as she arrived.
Rong Mo followed closely behind with the gift: "Happy birthday!" Looking at the two of them, he raised an eyebrow and added: "May you live in perfect harmony, like a pair of lovebirds singing in accord."
"..."
The others came in one after another. It seemed they had already discussed it last night. The first thing they did upon entering was to tease the two of them. Tong Zhao's face turned redder and redder as he deeply reflected on his mistake and learned his lesson. The biggest mistake he made was finding Jiang Li, that big mouth!
The gifts were scattered around, and people played cards, played games, ate and drank as they pleased. They agreed to wear formal clothes, and while they did wear them, they were all brightly colored. Rong Mo, Luan Yining, and Su Xuan, three serious people, were all affected by this. The clothes were clearly not their usual style, and it was hard not to suspect that Qi Yan and Jiang Li, those two little drama queens, had thrown tantrums at them.
This group of people brought their own ambient lighting. Once the sound system was turned on and the glasses clinked, all the elements of a party were there. In less than ten minutes, the entire hall was a scene of wild dancing.
"Hahaha, Qi Yan, you lost! Drink!" Jiang Li stomped on the speaker and shouted loudly.
"Tch," Qi Yan tilted his wine glass back, "Just lucky, let's go again!"
For some reason, Qi Changzhou and Rong Mo also raised their glasses like brothers.
Rong Mo's gaze was complicated: "You remind me of a friend of mine."
"Your rhetoric is a bit outdated, Rong-ge~" Qi Changzhou patted his shoulder in a casual manner.
Su Xuan and Luan Yining were dragged to sing by Qi Taiyue, and finally they found Professor Luan's weakness - he was tone-deaf.
Is this really his birthday? In this situation, Shan Song's forehead veins were bulging as he and Tong Zhao busied themselves "serving" these old men.
Fortunately, the elders arrived soon afterward, and the family banquet finally began to look more formal.
The ruby brooch was already eye-catching against the black suit, not to mention Shan Song's obvious boasting. Everyone was silent after his blatant and subtle displays of affection all night. Jiang Li couldn't bear to watch and frequently cast admiring glances at Tong Zhao.
Tong Zhao had no choice but to pull back her husband, Mr. Shan, who had been acting too childishly tonight: "Honey, keep it down!"
"Can't keep a low profile, baby." Shan Song gazed at his wife with exceptional sincerity, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Tong Zhao's heart tightened, her mind racing in a flash. She pulled out her phone and opened a certain red app: Sure enough!
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