"After meeting Geng Qiushi today, I have to see A Li tomorrow." Tong Zhao yawned, leaning against Shan Song looking tired, and murmured softly.
Shan Song propped his head up with his hand to make him more comfortable: "If you don't want to go, then don't go, or we can do it another day."
“I don’t dislike Ah Li either.” Tong Zhao perked up a bit, wrapped her arms around Shan Song’s shoulders, and breathed softly on the back of Shan Song’s neck as she opened her mouth: “Anyway, you’ll probably be the one negotiating with them, and I’ll just help bribe Ah Li and the little one.”
Tong Zhao felt she had a clear self-positioning, but Shan Song narrowed his eyes upon hearing this. After the numbness in his neck subsided, he suddenly asked, "Does Zhao Zhao know that Geng Qiushi asked to bring you along today?"
What else could this mean? Tong Zhao's sleepy mind couldn't think of much. She tugged at the hem of Dan Song's clothes, signaling him to stop beating around the bush and just say it.
"I think this is quite good," Shan Song said.
Tong Zhao looked completely bewildered. What was good about it?
"This shows that they know Zhaozhao's place in my heart and are using respect for Zhaozhao to gain more opportunities for cooperation." Shan Song's voice was soft, but his words were firm: "No matter what these people are thinking, they have to please my wife first."
Tong Zhao was stunned for a moment. Recalling the slightly strange dinner party this morning, he suddenly opened his eyes wide as if enlightened. No wonder Qin Chong apologized so readily today. He also found the reason why Shan Song didn't speak. He deliberately made him communicate with these two "weasels" to show off his... status?
Seeing the omega in his arms remain silent, Shan Song leaned back slightly, creating a small distance between them face to face, and asked gently, "Don't you like this?"
Tong Zhao was jolted out of her thoughts. She shook her head and said, "No, I just feel like I lost out. I should have taken advantage of your power. You didn't even remind me."
This is his wife. Shan Song's eyes grew even more doting as he smiled and said, "If you have the chance, accompany your husband to a meeting and let President Tong have a good time."
"Okay!" Tong Zhao felt embarrassed by the stare and rested her chin on Shan Song's shoulder again. "But Ah Li didn't mean that when she called us, did she?"
"Of course not. Jiang Li is Zhao Zhao's friend. She's only bringing me along because of Zhao Zhao. I'll have to rely on my wife to protect me. Whether my husband can get away with this depends on Zhao Zhao."
After all that, it turns out that's what he wanted to say. Tong Zhao's heart trembled under the Alpha's gentle gaze. She sat up a moment later and straddled Shan Song's lap: "I know! I won't let A Li bully you. Husband is the best."
A kiss as light as a feather landed on their lips and then left. Their eyes met, and the tenderness rising in their chests melted into the air. The air conditioning seemed to lose its function, and the thin layer of fabric could not keep out their increasingly hot bodies. The carriage was inexplicably filled with the summer heat.
Tong Zhao felt a little thirsty, and her body involuntarily pressed against the only source of water at that moment, so their lips and teeth intertwined, making a smacking sound. Dan Song, panting, leaned over and tapped lightly twice on the partition, and the driver tactfully got out of the car to wait.
Hearing the car door open and close, Tong Zhao looked up and finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Isn't this car more spacious?" Shan Song asked before bending down.
"……Um."
As it turns out, no matter how spacious the car is, it's still not as good as the bed at home. Tong Zhao, supporting her aching back, pressed her face against Shan Song's chest, frowning, her eyes brimming with tears. Although she didn't say a word, her accusation was palpable.
Dan Song reached out and rubbed his wife's slender waist, listening to the occasional gasps beside him. He lifted one side of her shirt to take a look and saw a clear red mark. The seatbelt buckle, the culprit, was silently and clearly proclaiming its presence under Dan Song's buttocks. Dan Song frowned and said, "It's my fault. I won't do it in the car next time."
Upon hearing this, Tong Zhao paused for a moment. After a while, Shan Song felt the person in his arms shift slightly and whisper in his ear, "Actually, it's okay to do it occasionally."
"..."
After a long while, Shan Song chuckled silently, smoothed Tong Zhao's soft hair that had just been ruffled, gently kissed the tip of his nose, and finally, as if he had no other choice, pulled him into his arms: "My darling."
New name.
Tong Zhao's earlobes burned from the shout, and she gripped Shan Song's clothes even tighter, turning her eyes to the completely opposite side, revealing only a glimpse of her fair and rosy profile.
He could predict Shan Song's reaction, but he really couldn't resist the seductive, deep, magnetic voice whispering in his ear.
In the past, without this incident, he would always be so tired that he would fall asleep on the way home and then be carried back by Shan Song. He never had to be awake to face such an embarrassing and heart-pounding aftermath. This time, he was clearly tired too, but for some reason, he was incredibly sleepy just now, but now he was wide awake...
Feeling Shan Song's intense gaze sweep over him, he'd rather just fall asleep. Fortunately, this time Shan Song didn't tease him. He rummaged in the storage compartment and handed him his phone: "I just got a message, it seems to be from your manager."
Agent? Tong Zhao took the phone: Ah, he asked his agent to get him work before, so efficient.
He got several audition roles and advertising endorsements, which made him popular, and his asking price increased significantly.
When the topic of work came up, Tong Zhao wasn't shy at all: "Honey, what do you think of these endorsements?"
The endorsement has been screened by the company, so there shouldn't be any problems. Shan doesn't have much experience in the fashion industry either. Tong Zhao was just asking casually. Rather than listening to professional opinions, it was more like chatting with a lover.
Unexpectedly, as Shan Song's gaze swept over these familiar brands, he actually offered a serious and cautious suggestion: "Zhao Zhao wears this brand quite often, and the service is also very good. After the first modification, the new styles for the first half of this year were all custom-made according to Zhao Zhao's size. They were delivered very promptly, are comfortable to wear, and cater to a young audience, which suits Zhao Zhao's style."
Tong Zhao was stunned. He just wore whatever was in his closet and had no idea what brands he usually wore. How could Shan Song remember so clearly?
Seemingly sensing his question, Shan Song smiled and explained, "The housekeeper and auntie will pay attention to what Zhao Zhao wears most often, and the clothes in the wardrobe will change accordingly."
"Oh, I see." Tong Zhao had never noticed such details before; she could observe them when she returned.
Shan Song then pointed to another watch brand: "Although this series of watches is marketed as youthful and sporty, the actual design style is more business-oriented. The brand's image doesn't quite match Zhao Zhao's." As he spoke, he held up his hand to compare with Tong Zhao's wrist: "Zhao Zhao has a small frame, and there's a watch under the Shan family that would suit you."
"..."
It wasn't that Tong Zhao was narcissistic; he felt that this watch, which "suited" him, was most likely custom-made for him by someone specially commissioned by Shan Song.
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