According to her grandmother and Aunt Yuan, Shan Song rarely remembers his own birthday, but Tong Zhao felt that even if she hadn't noticed it before, she probably figured it out from the clues in the last two days. Her current ignorance was definitely an act. Shan Dong was so shrewd and cunning; how could she not know anything?
Disappointed, Tong Zhao glanced at Shan Song, who was busy trying to make new dishes in the kitchen, and secretly made a bold decision. She quietly left the living room and went upstairs.
As if sensing something, Shan Song looked up and stared at the empty stairwell for a while, a slow smile creeping onto his lips.
With eight hours left until Shan Song's birthday, it was already planned yesterday that everyone else would retreat early this morning. Even Su Xuan, a max-level player, was kidnapped by Jiang Li, who claimed it was to create space for the young couple, and that they would come back for the birthday banquet tomorrow night.
Tong Zhao was embarrassed, but now that everyone was gone, what was there to hold back? He fiddled with the various odd little trinkets he had personally selected a few days ago, his mind wandering. Based on experience, whenever he prepared a small gift, Shan Song would act very surprised, and soon after, he would receive double the surprise from the domineering Shan Dong. He was really good at giving emotional value to Alphas. However, this happened repeatedly, which was quite frustrating. What was most infuriating was a few days ago when he clearly discovered it but pretended not to, as if he had everything under control.
Tong Zhao gently bit the soft meat in her mouth, picked the shiniest one from the dazzling array of sparkling items in front of her, and without any hesitation, threw it at herself. This time, she was going to shock Shan Song!
Dan Song gave his beautiful wife plenty of time, humming a song in the kitchen like a virtuous husband, while two little parrots circled around him, trying to steal some of the ingredients.
In a great mood, Shan Song generously picked up a lettuce leaf for his Crown Prince and Crown Princess, and poked the two little birds' heads with his fingers while muttering, "Guess what surprise your little dad is preparing?"
"How about Father acts a little more reserved for a while?"
"Why didn't you ask Jiang Li to take you two with you?"
chick:"……"
It's better not to eat this handout!
Soon after, Tong Zhao came downstairs, clearly trying to appear calm.
Dan Song glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. Hmm? After changing clothes, it felt like being scratched by a kitten with its sharp claws retracted. He was itching to see what little surprise Zhao Zhao was up to.
Before Tong Zhao approached, Shan Song resumed his serious demeanor, just as he had before Tong Zhao left.
Tong Zhao was speechless for a moment, then pointed at the carrot on the cutting board and ruthlessly exposed him: "Is my husband learning how to carve carrots?" Otherwise, how come he hasn't finished cutting a carrot after an hour?
After saying that, he secretly glanced at the trash can to make sure there were no other dead carrots.
Dan Song paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled, deftly chopped the carrot into pieces, threw them into a steaming pot of soup, and then pushed the man out of the kitchen, saying, "It'll be ready soon, sweet carrot and mutton."
Autumn is here, so we need to eat some hot and steaming mutton hot pot to nourish ourselves.
At 7 p.m., the two of them, who had just finished dinner, leisurely got together to play chess. It was Professor Luan who taught him this game. Although it was an entertainment activity that had no beginner's aura, Tong Zhao became fascinated after learning it twice and always wanted to compete with Shan Song, who was said to have superb chess skills by Qi Yan and the others.
The chess pieces clattered onto the board, Tong Zhao's brows furrowed, his eyes resolute... nine out of ten games ended in defeat.
In the final game, Dansong deliberately let the entire Pacific Ocean pass by, allowing Tong Zhao, that little lousy chess player, to narrowly win a game.
Looking at his wife's blank expression, Shan Song suppressed a laugh and suggested going night fishing. Tong Zhao checked the time and readily agreed.
Although they claimed to be fishing, neither of them was really focused on it, resulting in the fish escaping several times.
Their eyes met and then looked away, and time quietly passed by their usual bedtime. Neither of them spoke.
As midnight approached, Tong Zhao turned to look at Shan Song, and they tacitly put down their fishing rods. They walked slowly toward the room, their composure evident in the scattered fishing gear left on the lakeshore, a clear indication of their anxiety.
Tong Zhao's anxiety goes without saying, and Shan Song was also overwhelmed by the long wait. He couldn't wait even a minute longer. As soon as the clock struck midnight, he grabbed her, picked her up, and pinned her against the wall.
"..." Tong Zhao's mental rehearsal was abruptly interrupted before it was even finished. She turned her face away, asking with a knowing look in her eyes, "What?"
Shan Song didn't say anything, but gently kissed his eyebrows, eyes, lips, and nape of his neck from top to bottom, causing the temperature between them to rise suddenly. Then he released him and said firmly, "Come and get my birthday present."
"Wait, wait a minute!"
Seeing that Shan Song was about to get close again, Tong Zhao didn't care about any rehearsals. She struggled out of Shan Song's arms, hurriedly smoothed out the wrinkles on Shan Song's suit, took out the brooch box that she had been stroking countless times from her pocket, and opened it with trembling hands. She took a deep breath and carefully put it on.
Shan Song stood still, his eyes gentle, his gaze fixed on Tong Zhao's meticulously groomed face as she listened as he whispered, "This is the first time I've prepared a birthday gift for someone, I have no experience, but I think it suits you very well. The one you wore to the banquet before looked great on you... What do you think, my husband?"
Seeing that he didn't speak, Tong Zhao hugged his waist and looked up: "Isn't it a bit too ordinary?"
Shan Song gazed into Tong Zhao's eyes, and upon hearing this, kissed the tip of his nose. The sudden closeness made Tong Zhao unconsciously close his eyes.
His breath tickled her ear, and Shan Song said, "What nonsense are you talking about? How could something your wife gave you be ordinary?"
Dan Song diverted some attention from his wife's exquisitely made-up face and lowered his eyes to look at the ruby in the center of the brooch.
He laughed when he saw this; judging by his character, it seemed his wife's newly saved savings had been emptied again.
"Zhao Zhao has excellent taste." Shan Song's gaze returned to Tong Zhao: "Thank you, wife, I like it very much."
Just as Tong Zhao had expected, although Shan Song was clearly happy, he wasn't quite surprised enough. He clenched his fingers slightly; it seemed it was time to move on to the next step—the second gift…
Tong Zhao glanced at Shan Song, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Then, husband... do you still want to see my training results?"
The lifted hem of her dress revealed a glimpse of her snow-white waist, and Shan Song's eyes darkened, the air suddenly changing its atmosphere.
But Tong Zhao spread her palm and held it in front of Shan Song's eyes, refusing to take any further action.
Tong Zhao's eyes flickered as she made a request: "Honey, could you... not move?"
"Um?"
Tong Zhao took two steps back and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a roll of tape from behind the pillow on the bedside table. Her round, innocent eyes blinked at Shan Song until he willingly extended his hands.
"Where did you learn that?" Shan Song's voice was a little hoarse, carrying a strong sense of restraint.
"...I saw it online." Tong Zhao said, glancing furtively at Shan Song's expression as she wrapped tape around his elbow. "Is that not okay?"
Dan Song chuckled: "Okay."
A moment later, Shan Song asked again, "Why tie my husband up to see the training results?"
Tong Zhao avoided eye contact and remained silent.
Dan Song narrowed his eyes, his gaze drifting to the bulge that was faintly visible on Tong Zhao's shirt, running from her shoulder to her chest. He didn't ask any more questions and obediently let his wife arrange things.
The tape was special; it contained no glue but was very difficult to untangle. Knowing the Dansong River well, Tong Zhao generously wrapped it around several times.
Confirming that Shan Song wouldn't be able to break free anytime soon, Tong Zhao slowly exhaled and, under Shan Song's increasingly subtle gaze, began... to take off her clothes.
The air conditioning in the room was on full blast. Tong Zhao's coat had been left at the door when he came in, and now that he was wearing a shirt, he wouldn't have to dawdle for long. Soon, Shan Song saw the whole picture under Tong Zhao's shirt.
"What is this?" Shan Song's voice was extremely hoarse.
Tong Zhao, with her back to him, dared not look at anyone: "Chest...chest chain..."
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