Seeing his wife's questioning face, Shan Song couldn't help but laugh: "Didn't you say you wanted to exercise?"
"..."
sleep!
When the production team came to inform them of the date task for the next day, Tong Zhao was still asleep. Shan Song sent them away and made up for the remaining live broadcast time while cooking.
Noticing the noise upstairs, Shan Song paused in stirring, reached out to close the tablet, and spoke gently, "Zhao Zhao is awake? Let's have something light for dinner. I made some seafood porridge. Would you like anything else?"
A few familiar IDs occasionally popped up in the comments:
Ha! Two faces.
Sometimes I really want to call the police.
[You didn't say a single word during the two-hour live stream, all you did was ask your wife a few questions?]
So who on earth came up with this plague god for no reason?!
A moment later, Tong Zhao's sticky voice came from the second floor: "Okay."
Yawning and rubbing her still-sleepy eyes, Tong Zhao followed the aroma downstairs to the kitchen and snuggled against the Alpha's back.
The rice porridge in the clay pot was bubbling and steaming. Dan Song checked that the consistency was about right, turned off the heat, put on the lid, turned around, hugged his clingy wife, and walked to sit down in the living room: "Today's task rewards have been distributed. Is there any furniture you want to change?"
Tong Zhao's mind worked slowly for a moment. Seeing that Shan Song had moved a small stool and sat in front of him, it looked really awkward for such a big person to be squeezed onto a small stool. So he said, "If we have enough points, let's change to a sofa first. Otherwise, we have to go upstairs to rest, which is very inconvenient."
"Let's replace it with a genuine leather one, the kind with a distressed reddish-brown finish, and put it opposite the fireplace. I remember we also got a rocking chair, so it would be perfect to put them together. Then we'll move the small wooden table to the middle."
Shan Song said, "Then replace them all."
"I remember the quest to redeem the rocking chair was to watch the sunrise once." Tong Zhao calculated her points and decided not to waste them: "Let's go tomorrow! I'll just get a sofa, and save the points to redeem some appliances, like a washing machine, rice cooker, projector, etc. I also want to put a floor lamp by the bed! And I want a tree-shaped clothes rack, a real tree-shaped one..."
Tong Zhao became more and more energetic as he spoke, and when he saw that Shan Song hadn't said anything for a while, he looked up at him and asked, "Isn't it a bit impractical?"
Dan Song just found his wife's chattering requests particularly cute, and was momentarily distracted. Hearing him say this, he pinched his cheek and said, "Change it. Making your wife happy is what matters."
Knowing he would say that, Tong Zhao felt a little thrill inside.
Then it suddenly dawned on him: Why would he think that?
The four golden characters "arrogance due to favor" flashed into Tong Zhao's mind. She was stunned for a moment, then covered her face with her hands and unconsciously held her breath, trying to drown herself in this sudden shame.
When Shan Song noticed the unusual behavior of the person in his arms, he assumed that his shy wife was just blushing again. He chuckled softly and ruffled the curly hair on Tong Zhao's head that was swaying slightly with her movements.
The sound of a heartbeat, the crackling of burning firewood, and Dan Song's even breathing; heat seeping through his fingers, warming the surrounding air.
Because the program team notified them of the dating task so hastily, the other two groups seemed a bit flustered compared to Shan Song and Qi Yan, who were well-prepared.
Dating is more private than other tasks, and the four groups quietly made their own plans, and on the second day, they all went their separate ways.
Dansong set off the earliest because they wanted to see the sunrise. They got up at 5 a.m., quickly washed up, put on thick coats, and drove to a small hill not far away.
A thin mist hung in the mountains, and the morning air was clean and refreshing. Shan Song held Tong Zhao's hand and stepped onto the dilapidated stone steps, bypassed the withered bushes, and climbed up to an abandoned pavilion with a wide view.
The mountain wasn't famous, and the scenery wasn't particularly beautiful, but when the morning light broke through the sky and shone into their eyes, Tong Zhao still felt it was the most beautiful sunrise he had ever seen.
The rising sun drew a sharp line between dawn and dusk on the horizon. Looking into the distance, one could vaguely see rows of tall buildings. As the orange hue spread, Tong Zhao and Shan Song intertwined their fingers and leaned closer to each other. On this ordinary morning, just like every day that would follow, they shared a steaming kiss amidst the white mist.
The live stream paused on the silhouettes of the two people bathed in the morning light. It was a bit early, and the chat was sparse, yet surprisingly harmonious.
[Forgive my lack of knowledge, it's so beautiful...]
[Life's First Photo!]
【Wow! The terminator is like this? Isn't it a curve and a circle??】
[What a perfect match!]
On the way down the mountain, it was already bright outside. Shan Song wasn't as cautious as he had been on the way there, but he still held onto Tong Zhao's hand tightly: "Go back and change your clothes. We'll set off again after breakfast."
Tong Zhao nodded, glanced at Shan Song's slightly raised chin, and couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are we going to see this morning?"
Yesterday, Shan Song didn't reveal who he was taking him to meet. Based on his experience, Tong Zhao guessed that it might be a director or producer, or perhaps the editor-in-chief or designer of a well-known magazine...
However, Shan Song said, "She contacted the company specifically because she wanted to see you. She originally wanted to wait until the show ended, but I just asked for her permission to do so in advance."
"See me?"
Who would specifically ask to see him? Tong Zhao was genuinely bewildered this time, but unfortunately, Shan Song's hints only went this far.
This time, Tong Zhao's appetite was truly whetted. She had been subtly probing all morning, and Shan Song, seeing this, secretly curled the corners of his mouth.
At 8:30 a.m., the other three groups set off one after another, and Shan Song also drove to the place he had contacted earlier.
Half an hour later, Tong Zhao looked at the familiar street outside the window, opened her mouth as if to say something but then stopped.
The vehicle came to a smooth stop in front of a group of buildings that were familiar to many of the actors.
Shan Song waved his hand in front of him and said with a smile, "Snap out of it."
Tong Zhao was led blankly into the film and television base he had visited countless times. He was extremely familiar with its internal structure and even knew exactly what scenes could be filmed in the direction Shan Song was leading him.
It was the off-season, and there were very few tourists or film crews, so the two of them arrived at their destination almost without any problems.
Upon reaching the door, seeing that Tong Zhao seemed somewhat nervous, Shan Song gently reassured her, "Don't be afraid. She admires you a lot, otherwise she wouldn't have gone to such lengths to find you, right? You've met before—"
Dan Song's voice was interrupted by a flat female voice: "Come in and talk."
Tong Zhao felt the name was familiar. He looked up and saw an omega of medium height standing at the door. It was the producer from the audition day.
"Hello, Teacher Wei," Shan Song greeted him modestly.
Tong Zhao's pupils dilated.
The live stream chat exploded: [OMG, did they invite the legendary matriarch here?]
Who is this?
[Wei Hong, a producer with billions in revenue.]
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