When Tong Zhao got home, she didn't expect Shan Song to be back too. She was hugged and her face was still full of surprise and joy: "You skipped work today too?"
"Yeah, skipping work to spend time with my wife." Shan Song replied with a smile, "Congratulations Zhao Zhao on your successful audition, wanna go out and have some fun?"
"Huh? Where are we going?" Tong Zhao's expectant expression was written all over her face, which made Shan Song's eyes soften a little: "I'll take you to a nice place."
Why are you deliberately keeping us in suspense? Tong Zhao was pushed to the dining table by Shan Song, who was holding her shoulders, as she looked back every few steps: "Eat first, there's no rush."
All right.
An hour later, the car carrying the two of them came to a smooth stop at a manor in the suburbs near the mountains.
Tong Zhao tossed the key to the doorman and was led inside by Shan Song. They walked across the flat lawn to the side path. At this time of year, the sycamore trees on both sides of the road had already shed their bark, and their trunks were smooth and pinkish-green.
The afternoon sun cast dappled shadows on Tong Zhao's face, making him appear lively and youthful. Seeing the omega looking around, Shan Song lowered his eyes and smiled, then began to introduce them as they walked:
“This is a private estate of our family. The building we just passed is a winery. If you go around from here, you can see an artificial lake. There are vineyards and horse farms on the back hill, and a rose garden that is in season right now. Let me show you around first.”
"Okay." Tong Zhao thought for a moment and then asked, "Can we pick grapes in the vineyard? Can we fish in the artificial lake? I can't ride a horse..."
Shan Song pulled the person to his side: "It's fine, no rush. We'll stay here for two days, and I'll teach you how to play."
"Huh? Is it okay if we don't go back?" Tong Zhao asked, turning her head to the side.
"It's alright, Uncle Xu and the others will help cover it up." Shan Song briefly explained the issue of Zhou Muyuan's wiretapping and surveillance to Tong Zhao: "He deliberately revealed that he had his spies in the villa to provoke me. I just pretended to lose my temper in the office. It's normal for me to come to the manor to relax. You've been trapped in the villa by me these past few days. Just make sure your family creates the illusion that you're still at home for Zhou Muyuan. If we have work, we'll go back early."
Tong Zhao frowned: "Does the villa really have informants?"
Shan Song shook his head: "Don't worry, there won't be any. They all have experience in dealing with this. If Zhou Muyuan is willing to pay the bribe, then he will. Consider it a bonus for everyone."
Tong Zhao then asked, "Could there be any of his people at the manor?"
"No, this place is officially Qi Changzhou's territory. Ordinary people don't dare to enter. Have fun, and leave the rest to..." Shan Song stopped saying "I" and instead said, "Leave it to your Brother Qi."
"..." Tong Zhao blinked and remained silent for a moment.
"You're too..."
"What?" Shan Song leaned closer, feigning ignorance.
After staring at each other for a moment, Tong Zhao couldn't hold back any longer and said, "It's nothing."
After a while, he couldn't help but add, "Brother Qi is a really nice person."
Dan Song chuckled, then pulled Tong Zhao closer by the back of her head, whispering, "I'll take you to the hot springs tonight, and we'll discuss how Zhao Zhao should thank her husband."
"..."
After spending two days at the manor, Tong Zhao received the news of the production team confirming the contract as expected. The two set off back to the villa. Shan Song smiled as he looked at Tong Zhao yawning in the back row: "If you haven't had enough fun, come back often. You can come here to stay for two months every year when the season comes."
Tong Zhao reached out and secretly rubbed his bottom through the blanket, thinking that his suggestion was worth considering if they weren't going to soak in the hot springs.
Seeing that the man was only showing him the back of his head, silently protesting, Shan Song couldn't stop laughing.
Tong Zhao was embarrassed and annoyed by the laughter, but a satisfied and joyful smile couldn't help but appear on her lips. Being able to rest properly for a while under the watchful eyes of both families, even if it was done in accordance with the situation, was still a rare opportunity.
Shan Song could have avoided the risk and left him at the villa, but he still brought him along. He said it was because of Qi Changzhou, but he knew that Shan Song himself had put in a lot of effort.
Thinking back to this morning when he woke up to drink water, and opened his eyes to find Shan Song with one arm around him and the other on the computer, intently listening to his subordinates' work reports, Tong Zhao felt like a bewitching concubine who brought ruin to the country.
Tong Zhao wondered if this person was working like this while he was asleep a few days ago. Tong Zhao's lips twitched, and he suddenly felt a dull ache in his heart.
She rolled over, moved closer to the driver's seat, and, taking advantage of a red light, gently kissed Shan Song's cheek: "Whatever my husband says."
"..." Shan Song was stunned.
A few seconds later, Tong Zhao urged shyly, "The light is green."
Dan Song started the car in a daze, but kept glancing at the rearview mirror. The first thing he did after arriving at the villa was to press the person down in the back seat and kiss them to his heart's content before carrying them out: "Go catch up on your sleep. I have to go to the company first."
After dropping the person off at home, Shan Song immediately drove to the company. He had previously hinted to Yuan Zhong, the director who was helping Zhou Xinlin with the production plan, that he had given Zhou Xinlin some investment tips at Shan Song's suggestion.
Shan Song knew that Zhou Xinlin wouldn't listen to him and wouldn't stop his previous investments, so he simply fueled the fire. Under his covert guidance, Zhou Xinlin's investments rarely failed, and his ambitions have now grown bigger and bigger.
This means that the time for the next step is getting closer and closer. Shan Song gripped the steering wheel and exhaled.
Back at the company, Zhou Xinlin, probably because he had made money this time, arrogantly reported the plan: "Satisfied this time?"
Shan Song remained unmoved, scrutinizing the entire plan: "It'll pass muster."
Zhou Xinlin was annoyed by his nonchalant expression and said sarcastically, "Brother, don't put on that arrogant act and quit at the drop of a hat. Don't let people find out in the end that the company is the same whether you're here or not. If you can't teach anything of value, then leave as soon as possible. The Zhou family won't starve."
"A production plan at the level of an intern can give you such a high?" Shan Song raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Your perspective is certainly more in line with your status."
Zhou Xinlin was stunned for a moment, then realized that Shan Song was mocking Ruan Qiuju and his background. His face turned green and blue: "Shan Song, don't think that just because you know those things you can use them as leverage. Even if I don't have the ability, it's not your place to use them."
"You did this to Father's neck, didn't you? Tell me, what does Father think of you now?" Zhou Xinlin leaned closer and looked at his nominal elder brother provocatively.
Shan Song had no intention of wasting time with him: "I suggest you talk less, so I can teach you more. If I'm in a bad mood and teach you something wrong, don't blame me if you lose everything."
Zhou Xinlin thought that Shan Song's avoidance of the topic meant that he had hit the nail on the head, and he smugly made way for him, saying, "Then there's no need for you to worry, brother. Please."
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