Chapter 182 Broken Yang Grass
"What are we going upstairs for?" Tong Zhao snuggled up to Shan Song and secretly held his hand under the table in front of everyone.
Dan Song smiled and pulled him closer to her: "It's just what Zhao Zhao wanted."
What was he thinking? Tong Zhao avoided his gaze.
Dan Song chuckled softly, pinched Tong Zhao's fingertips, and kissed them: "Let's go upstairs and look at his pectoral muscles."
The volume wasn't intentionally controlled, startling Tong Zhao. His eyes widened, and he swiftly covered Shan Song's mouth with his hand, glancing around in a panic at everyone's reactions. Amidst their puzzled or meaningful gazes, his face slowly flushed red...
"Dansong!" I'm not showing it to you anymore!
Hmm, I went a little too far... but their hands were still holding each other under the table. Shan Song hugged his sweet wife from behind: "Yes, I'm here."
"..." He was being fooled again, getting more and more wicked. Tong Zhao turned his head and his gaze suddenly fell on a patch of green in the bubbling red pot. His eyes rolled and he seemed to think of something. He used his chopsticks to pick up the big clump of cilantro and put it into his Dansong bowl.
"Honey, eat more."
?
He doesn't seem to dislike cilantro. Dan Song was puzzled. Had his wife remembered wrong? Should he pretend to be teased to make his wife happy?
After observing for a while, Shan Song decided to hold back for the time being.
Tong Zhao subtly followed Shan Song's movements with her eyes. After he had taken a few bites, she cupped her face and innocently explained to her husband, "I heard that cilantro has another name, it's called..."
"The Yang-Severing Grass?" Qi Changzhou suddenly poked his head over and blurted out, then paused, his lips twisting and writhing for a moment before bursting into a deafening laugh: "Pfft, hahahahaha..."
Tong Zhao couldn't help but curl up in Shan Song's arms, shaking with joy.
"..." Dan Song sighed helplessly, leaned closer to his wife who was secretly laughing, and said with a mournful tone, "You've become smarter, you can already make your husband suffer."
Hmph~
As for whether the "male-suppressing herb" actually worked, Tong Zhao lay on the bed that night and refused to answer, saying that folk tales were not credible...
Shan Song's birthday is just around the corner. Tong Zhao originally wanted to take this opportunity to discuss and come up with ideas with everyone, but Shan Song came back so early, and now the opportunity is gone...
What about tomorrow? Is Chairman Shan going to take a vacation now? Although he really hopes so… but what about the birthday surprise? Tong Zhao poked Shan Song's waist: "Honey, don't you need to keep watch at the company anymore?"
“It’s alright. Geng Keli is too busy to take care of himself right now. Geng’s parents are much more rational than him. In order to get him out of trouble, they will only put more pressure on Geng Qiushi and will not make any more enemies for the Geng family.”
"Then you won't go to work tomorrow, right?"
"...Hmm?" Shan Song glanced at the little face tilted up in his arms, a half-smile on his face: "Why does it feel like Zhao Zhao still wants her husband to go to work? Is there some kind of plan?"
"So perceptive?!" Tong Zhao felt a chill run down her spine. Her mouth moved faster than her brain, and she blurted out, "No!"
"oh?"
"..." They're too hard to fool.
"No!" Tong Zhao closed her eyes, which easily betrayed her guilty conscience, and refused to budge.
Shan Song smiled almost imperceptibly and didn't press her further. But Tong Zhao felt like she had been seen through. She buried herself in the blanket and only peeked at Shan Song with her eyes. Seeing that he really didn't intend to tease her anymore, she hesitated and suppressed her doubts. Could he really be so understanding this time?
Okay, let's change the subject: "Brother Qi and Professor Luan have to work tomorrow, and Sister Hua's studio is very busy and she'll be going on a business trip in a few days. None of the three of them will be staying at the manor tonight, but they'll all be back by the weekend. It's rare to have so many people together, so we'll definitely spend a few more days together. Oh right, and Qi Yan too, he's super clingy to Professor Luan right now."
Dan Song chuckled as he listened to his wife's description, "How clingy?"
"..." Tong Zhao felt the arms wrapped around his waist and the warm, thick hands pressed against his buttocks, as well as the occasional sniffs and kisses on the back of his neck by A. After a moment of silence, he said, "Just as clingy as you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him intensified their actions, as if they wanted to meld him into their chests.
Tong Zhao was silently kneaded and rolled, the soft flesh on her cheeks pressed tightly against Dan Song's pectoral muscles, rubbing until it was burning hot.
Her voice, hot and soft, tinged with heat, asked, "Should we go downstairs to greet everyone and arrange rooms for them?"
"Don't worry, they'll choose where they stay themselves. There are plenty of villas in the estate." Shan Song showed no awareness of being a host and taking care of guests, or perhaps they were just too familiar with each other to need to be polite.
However, being too familiar with each other also has its drawbacks. It's hard to say how they'll be teased by everyone for leaving early, especially Ah Li. Who knows how she and the little one will tease him tomorrow.
Tong Zhao pulled the covers over himself, and the worms crawled up Dan Song's thighs. He'd deal with tomorrow's problems tomorrow; for now... he could try the effects of the "Yang-Severing Grass" again.
...
September was already getting cooler, but it was also the harvest season for the manor. Jiang Li led Qi Taiyue and Su Xuan into the back mountain early in the morning.
Rong Mo was assigned to help Tong Zhao with his work and also to look after the baby.
"My little daddy won't let me play again!" Jiang Leqi sulked, hugging his chubby arms. But soon, after discovering that he could taste something delicious in the kitchen, his little mood vanished instantly: "Uncle Zhao Zhao, I want to eat fried rice cakes with sweet sauce!"
This little brat is quite good at ordering people around. Rong Mo narrowed his eyes, picked him up and lectured him, "Uncle Zhao Zhao is still making you a cake. Children can't have it all. You also have to say thank you."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhao Zhao!" Jiang Leqi said loudly.
"You're welcome, little one," Tong Zhao replied with a smile.
Rong Mo nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, that's right. If you want to eat it, Daddy can make it for you."
“But… Little Daddy secretly told me that Daddy’s frying wasn’t crispy enough, Uncle Zhao Zhao’s was much better!” Jiang Leqi, the little rascal, patted his father’s shoulder with feigned seriousness: “But I support you, Daddy still has room for improvement, don’t be discouraged.”
No respect for elders!
Tong Zhao chuckled to herself, thinking, "This family is just too much!"
Shan Song was originally helping out in the kitchen, but he just received a phone call. It seems that because yesterday's decision was made on a whim, there were some things that hadn't been finished, and he now needs to go back to the company.
Tong Zhao was worried that he didn't have time to discuss things with everyone, so he prepared the food and immediately gathered all the family members, both online and offline, except for Shan Song, to start preparing for the small birthday banquet the day after tomorrow.
Those already at the manor need not be mentioned, but there are many others who have already sent their gifts before even arriving...
The most important birthday gift had already been made by Aunt Yuan, but she had previously mentioned preparing another gift for Shan Song. Tong Zhao already had a plan in mind. In the past few days, he specifically instructed the housekeeper not to open his packages, and he secretly carried several large boxes, moving them little by little like a mouse moving house into an empty room next to their bedroom.
The most dangerous place is the safest; Dansong probably won't find out, right?
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