Tong Zhao went back with the Qin family. They were in separate suites on the plane. Tong Zhao lay on the bed and touched her slightly sore waist. She had accidentally strained it when she pretended to fall off the bed during the day.
Fortunately, his performance was pretty good. At least the Qin family didn't question him anymore, and Qin Daosheng didn't scold him. Presumably, this marking really satisfied them.
The plane had been flying for a while. After confirming that the Qin family would not discover them, Tong Zhao quickly connected to Wi-Fi and started calling Shan Song to let him know she was safe.
Upon opening my phone, I found two more messages on the original message screen, five minutes apart.
[Dansong: Dressed properly.]
[Shansong: Waiting to go home.]
Get dressed properly... You're not allowed to see the Qin family like this.
When I get home... I'll deal with you.
Tong Zhao silently added the second half of the two sentences. He felt that he really understood Shan Song better now. At least he could see the hidden meaning in his words. He could even imagine the changes in Shan Song's expression during the five minutes between sending those two messages.
Putting everything else aside, he'll definitely be stern when he gets back. If he knew that he not only met Qin Siyuan like this, but was also dragged around and checked over, I wonder how fierce he'd be.
Never mind, I'm not going to beat him up anyway.
He first sent an emoji as usual: 【Everything went well.jpg】
Edited again: [Didn't get scolded! Happy.jpg]
Dan Song replied quickly: [Boarding the plane? *kiss*.jpg]
[Tong Zhao: Hmm, what about you?]
[Shan Song: Five more hours until landing. I'll be waiting for you at home.]
[Tong Zhao: Okay.]
[Shansong: Does your back still hurt?]
Tong Zhao blinked, his hand still on his waist. After thinking for a moment, he replied: "It's alright, the massage chair is quite comfortable."
Shan Song smiled when he saw the message Tong Zhao sent. She was indeed very obedient.
[I have some at home too.]
Then she asked: "Will you feel uncomfortable without pheromones?"
Tong Zhao subconsciously touched the back of his neck, wondering if it was because Dan Song had given him too much today, but he didn't feel any discomfort after all this time.
This time, Tong Zhao answered very simply: 【No!】
Almost simultaneously, the other side replied: [?]
Why another question mark? Tong Zhao scratched her head. The previous question mark was easy to understand, but this one couldn't possibly have the same meaning, could it? Trying hard to think about the meaning of this question mark, Tong Zhao tentatively replied: "[It's only a tiny bit, negligible.]"
Okay, I'll give it to you when I get back.
Tong Zhao was speechless, with an absurd guess: was this person angry because she said she didn't need his pheromones?
It's strangely cute.
Dan Song wasn't exactly angry, but he was definitely squinting and frowning. The browsing history on the computer next to him included:
Is it normal for an omega to not need pheromones after being tagged for a day?
How long does an omega's dependence on alpha last after being marked?
Will a tagged alpha become dependent on omega pheromones?
With the same caution one would use when reviewing a contract, Shan Song frowned as he scrolled to the bottom of each browser page, then looked back at his phone screen. Could this kid be trying to coax him?
He was starting to miss Xiaolanhua.
A while later, Tong Zhao sent another message: "[I was so scared! Qin Siyuan just suddenly came to see me! But it's good news; he said he'd take me straight to the villa after I got off the plane. [V]"
I thought he'd found out and was pretending to be asleep.
[Clever.jpg]
Dan Song replied with a smile: 【Get a good night's sleep on the plane, I'll give you pheromones when I get home. *sniffs a kitten.jpg*
【good!】
Tong Zhao put down her phone, snuggled into the blanket, tossed and turned a few times, and finally lay sprawled on the bed staring blankly at the cabin ceiling: She had just said that she didn't lack pheromones, but it seems that pheromones are not the only thing that can create dependence.
With a twelve-hour time difference, Tong Zhao's plane landed at exactly 8 p.m.
Tong Zhao, who hadn't slept well on the plane, was slumped over when the Qin family packed him up and stuffed him into the car, instructing the driver to take him to Chongming Bay.
This completely disregards his life or death. If Shan Song really described it as he did, he would have just finished scheming against this person and he would have reappeared in front of him. Whether he could even get in the door was another matter.
So Tong Zhao decided to act a little more. He peeked out of the car window and called out in a trembling voice, "Big Brother."
Qin Siyuan turned his expressionless face towards her, and Tong Zhao pretended to swallow nervously: "Shan Song, he..."
"I've already contacted the Zhou family. You just need to do what you're supposed to do."
Tong Zhao pretended to be somewhat relieved and nodded.
It takes about 40 minutes to get from the airport to Chongming Bay. Although the car ride wasn't as comfortable as the plane ride, Tong Zhao was relaxed the whole way, probably because she was looking forward to the surprise Shan Song mentioned, or perhaps because she was excited about meeting him soon. By the time they arrived at the villa, she was almost asleep.
He was still a little dazed when the driver woke him up. He got off the car in a daze. The driver was probably in a hurry to get back to report to his work. By the time he realized what was happening, all he had left him was a trail of exhaust fumes.
"..." Well, that's fine, then I don't have to put on an act for the driver anymore.
Tong Zhao dragged his heavy luggage into the villa, complaining as he went, "Why does such a luxurious villa area have to be so stingy with electricity? Why not install more lights..."
"Zhao Zhao." A soft call rang out in the quiet night.
Tong Zhao looked up abruptly and saw a tall figure standing prominently under a streetlamp not far ahead, smiling at him.
Seeing that he was not moving, Shan Song took a few steps and was in front of him: "What are you standing there for? Go home."
Shan Song held Tong Zhao's small hand in one hand and carried his 40-inch suitcase in the other.
It's heavy enough; no wonder the omega struggled so much.
When Shan Song looked at Tong Zhao from a distance, she saw him dragging his suitcase forward, and it looked like a kitten carrying a huge package. He looked incredibly cute.
Tong Zhao was overjoyed to see him and chattered away on the path in the villa area. After listening for a while, Shan Song finally couldn't resist picking him up with one arm and quickly walking home.
Tong Zhao exclaimed in surprise, then lightly punched Dan Song's muscular back with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance: "Don't you want the box anymore?"
"Just have the housekeeper come and get it."
"All right."
Dan Song sniffed the scent on his body. Because the mark on the back of his neck had not yet healed, he had only applied a simple medical barrier patch, which was not very effective. If he sniffed carefully, he could still smell a bit of orchid fragrance, mixed with blood and rust.
It smells wonderful.
Dan Song walked quickly, but the villa was still quite far from the entrance of the community. It took him more than ten minutes to see the familiar gate. He wondered why the man didn't drive out.
Tong Zhao patted Shan Song on the back: "I can walk by myself."
Dan Song raised an eyebrow: "I'm going to take my wife home."
"..." What kind of twisted logic is this?
Tong Zhao couldn't argue with him, so she let him carry her into the villa: "Is everyone going to rest?"
"Hmm," Shan Song replied, sounding somewhat perfunctory. Tong Zhao frowned slightly. What kind of surprise was this guy planning to give him? Was everyone still awake, hiding in some corner, and then all crowding over to congratulate them on their marriage?
Tong Zhao guessed this and said it out loud. Then Shan Song looked at her with a strange gaze for a moment and suddenly laughed: "Zhao Zhao is quite smart."
Shan Song gestured for him to reach out and push open the master bedroom door. Tong Zhao, prepared for a group of people to suddenly rush out of the darkness, reached out and pushed hard... It was pitch black; there was no one there.
Tong Zhao looked at Shan Song, who was smiling faintly, with a puzzled expression.
Dan Song then gestured with his chin for him to press the light switch.
Tong Zhao was unprepared this time. She reached out and lightly touched the switch, and the room lights slowly illuminated from the walls. The soft light did not cause any discomfort to the eyes, so Tong Zhao was able to see the room's layout immediately.
It is the flickering candlelight, the brocade quilts and embroidered mattresses, the double happiness characters, the wedding night.
After lighting the candles, Uncle Xu made his departure, and the door to the room was gently closed. For a moment, only two even and slow breaths remained in the room.
"Zhaozhao?"
“…Hmm.” Tong Zhao fell silent as soon as she entered the room, her arms around Shan Song’s neck tensing. “Is this a surprise?”
Tong Zhao, who was being held in Shan Song's arms, was a head taller than him, so even with his head down, his expression was completely visible. Shan Song smiled and looked up at him: "Wedding night, do you like it?"
Tong Zhao nodded emphatically, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.
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