Back in the car, Shan Song, who hadn't really played a role, said with a smile, "My wife was quite fierce this time; she's improved."
Tong Zhao rarely acted so forcefully, and this made him even more uncomfortable. He glanced at Shan Song and turned his back.
Shan Song chuckled: "As long as you're not mean to me, that's good. You have to be a little fierce when you're out in public."
Tong Zhao ignored him and protested by turning the back of her head to the ground.
Dan Song smiled and wrapped his arms around him from behind, whispering in Tong Zhao's ear, "After the New Year, once the company is back on track, we'll find an opportunity to publicly clarify that I only have Zhao Zhao as my wife, so that these people won't keep talking nonsense and affecting our real life."
Seeing that he was getting down to business, Tong Zhao turned to the side and leaned against Shan Song: "Okay, I'll do as you say, but this kind of thing has been around for so long, it's hard to explain clearly, and besides, I am indeed the illegitimate son of the Qin family..."
Dan Song touched his wife's unhappy face; her mood had been affected after all.
"It's alright, I'll go and discuss it with Qi Yan. If we change our names back, it'll be the same as having nothing to do with the Qin family. There's no reason for you to bear the blame for Qin Daosheng's mistakes."
Tong Zhao hummed softly, then said, "Do you think this matter is related to the Qin family? I feel that the person just now didn't seem to be acting under orders. He seemed to be standing up for Qin Chong. Usually, the people who can attend the wrap party are probably some big fans of Qin Chong. Should we investigate?"
“We will definitely investigate. It’s unlikely that the Qin family is involved. Didn’t Qin Siyuan call you and ask you to come home for the New Year? He wouldn’t do anything meaningless. Sending an invitation is both a test and a gesture of goodwill. The Qi family is fully supporting us this time. Everyone outside can see that. At least for now, he won’t be our enemy.”
Speaking of this, Tong Zhao thought Qin Siyuan was really amazing. After Qin Chong helped him get into Geng Keli's bed at the Qin family, and after he betrayed them and cut off contact for a long time, Qin Siyuan actually acted as if nothing had happened and told him to come back for New Year's Eve dinner. What an amazing family!
Tong Zhao's expression was complicated for a while before he looked up and asked Shan Song, "Should we go and scout out the enemy's situation?"
Shan Song shook his head: "Never mind him. When the opportunity arises, make him issue a statement that you are severing ties with the Qin family."
"What about the assets he took from the Zhou family?" Tong Zhaoke remembered that the Qin family didn't suffer any losses at the time, otherwise they probably wouldn't be treating them this way now.
"No rush, let your husband finish what he's doing first. He won't let them take advantage of you for nothing." Shan Song rubbed his lips against Tong Zhao's forehead as she leaned closer, then hugged her waist tightly.
Despite wearing quite a few layers, when you press down with your palm, you can still clearly see the contours of her slender waist, which contrasts sharply with the rounded curves below...
Dan Song's eyes darkened, and he grabbed Tong Zhao's waist and hips with both hands, pulling her onto his lap.
Tong Zhao skillfully ducked to avoid hitting the roof of the car, and shifted his position, holding onto Shan Song's shoulder, to make himself more comfortable.
Dan Song waited until he was seated before speaking again: "Don't worry, we'll get them all back for Zhaozhao. The Qin family also owes Zhaozhao a share, one manor isn't enough."
"..." Were they bandits?
He had completely forgotten about the manor his cheap father had given him. Come to think of it, although the engagement banquet was rather ordinary, it was also the place where he and Shan Song first met. He should revisit that place sometime.
“I haven’t been there since he gave it to me,” Tong Zhao said.
"I'll take you there when we get back." Shan Song stroked Tong Zhao's back down. "But we need to go to the Qi family's house for a meal first, and I'll take you to meet your aunt and uncle."
"Is this my first time visiting? Should I prepare a gift?" Tong Zhao accurately applied the formula of social etiquette.
Shan Song chuckled upon hearing this, lightly kissed his chin, and said, "Everything that needs to be prepared is ready. Zhao Zhao can make some more snacks to take with you, and also take the leftover red envelopes. There are many children in the Qi family, so share them with them."
"The Qi family will also give Zhaozhao a gift when they meet her. Don't be shy. They are all very close elders, just like Aunt Yuan. You know Qi Changzhou and Qi Yan, as well as Tai Yue who helped you before and Aunt Qi who sponsored you, and Grandpa Qi. He was the one who picked out that little silly bird for you. He should give Zhaozhao a big red envelope, just like Grandma and the others."
Tong Zhao listened to Shan Song's unhurried instructions, looked down at Shan Song intently for a few seconds, and then suddenly leaned down and rubbed against Shan Song's shoulder.
Dan Song placed his hands, one above and one below Tong Zhao's neck and lower back, his slightly lowered eyes filled with tenderness, and whispered, "Are you being coquettish?"
Tong Zhao remained silent.
He understood without being told anything. Shan Song chuckled and looked out at the endless stream of cars.
After a long while, Shan Song softly called out, "Zhao Zhao?"
"Hmm?" Tong Zhao's voice was soft.
"Let's go home and take our wedding photos."
"good."
"And a family photo."
"……Um."
Tong Zhao's voice choked, and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears. He took a deep breath and buried his face in Shan Song's neck, not wanting to cry on such a joyous day.
From Baisha to Yunling, after 16 years, he was fortunate to have a home again. Shan Song gave him so much love that it filled the void in his life and even overflowed. His family and friends also treated him like their own son. He didn't know what he had done to deserve this.
The only sounds in the carriage were very faint sobs and the rhythmic patting of Shan Song's hand on Tong Zhao's back: "Husband keeps his word. He will keep all the promises he made to Zhao Zhao."
"What about me?" Tong Zhao looked up and said softly, her expression filled with a stubborn confusion.
Shan Song cupped his face and said earnestly, "My wife has already given me so much. Now, I just need to be happy, eat well, work hard, and it would be even better if she could give me a healthy and beautiful celebrity wife."
"But I feel like you're the one who's always making the sacrifices, and I haven't done anything." Tong Zhao pursed her lips. "I don't think I have anything to give you. Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Dan Song frowned, stared at Tong Zhao's sincere face for a while, then sighed and said in a low voice, "You're so easy to fool, but you won't admit it."
Tong Zhao opened his mouth to reply, but Shan Song turned around and lightly tapped him on the head, saying indignantly, "You're so stupid."
Tong Zhao covered her head and stared blankly at Shan Song's disappointed face.
Shan Song was almost laughing in anger, and pulled her into his arms: "Zhao Zhao, have you forgotten that you could have stayed out of the Zhou family's mess back then? Just because you helped me, I could have easily taken you to a safe place and protected you and your neighbors."
If you agree to marry me, you will face the same risks as me. Zhao Zhao put her whole life on my shoulders without even asking any questions. I've been dealing with two families and suffering for so long. How can it be said that I haven't given anything in return?
If you still feel you haven't given enough, think of it this way: from a venture capital perspective, Zhao Zhao invested in a high-potential stock—high risk, high reward. What she's getting now is what she deserves for her long-term vision.
Tong Zhao was stunned. He felt that Shan Song was talking nonsense, but he didn't know how to refute it. Of course, Shan Song didn't intend to give him a chance to refute it. He began to educate his wife word by word: "If you only remember other people's contributions and don't remember your own, you will suffer a great loss. I'll buy you a small notebook to carry with you when we get back. Write down everything you've done and flip through it every day."
"..."
"I'll assign you some work when we get home, so you won't overthink things." Shan Song thought for a moment, then simply pressed Tong Zhao down on the back seat: "You still haven't done enough."
"!"
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