Chapter 110 Song Ni Wants to Start a Career
Tan Zheng stared at Song Ni for a long time, confirming her genuine confusion. A hint of helplessness flickered in his eyes. It seemed that after that night of drinking, Song Ni hadn't remembered everything. He had clearly already told her the answer. If it weren't for her, how could he have invested so much thought and effort? However, at this moment, the man harbored a mischievous thought.
"You don't remember?"
Song Ni was taken aback, not quite understanding what Tan Zheng meant. The man was intermittently massaging Song Ni's waist. The rhythm was worth noting; after every two light strokes, he would apply a strong one, comfortable yet not painful. Several times, Song Ni's attention was stolen by the hands on her waist, and her mind couldn't keep up, making her forget what she had intended to ask.
It was only when Song Ni finally grabbed Tan Zheng's hand that she asked, "Did you learn massage?" The words themselves felt bizarre to her; this wasn't what she had intended to ask.
Tan Zheng chuckled. "What would I learn massage for?"
Right, what use would Tan Zheng have for learning massage? If he were injured, someone would naturally attend to him. He wouldn't need to learn such a skill because he didn't need to serve anyone. But his massage was indeed comfortable, and besides, wasn't he serving her right now? She was thinking too far ahead.
Song Ni tried to ignore the hands on her waist and finally got to the point. "When did you tell me?"
"The day we got married."
Song Ni: ......
That day was etched in Song Ni's memory. As happy as the day was, the night was equally difficult. It was also the only time in her twenty-something years that she had gotten drunk. What angered her even more was that she hadn't drunk out of happiness, but because Tan Zheng had infuriated her to the point of getting that drunk.
Song Ni thought for a while but still couldn't recall when Tan Zheng had told her the answer. "I don't remember, so what is the answer?"
Tan Zheng refused to say more.
Song Ni actually understood in her heart. Although it seemed that Song Ni was controlling the rhythm of their relationship, Tan Zheng was far more at ease than her. Instead, it was as if Song Ni had fallen into her own trap, becoming somewhat helpless. Song Ni wasn't sure whether to be happy or angry. She had intended to be the hunter, putting in great effort to conquer and tame Tan Zheng. But she also realized that someone like Tan Zheng could never be tamed. Now, she knew that in this relationship, Tan Zheng was more like the hunter. Who was tempting whom to addiction? It was unclear.
Song Ni's emotions were complex. She was the one who had fallen first, and it seemed the one who fell first was more constrained. Thinking this, Song Ni threw off Tan Zheng's hand, struggled to turn over, and broke free from his embrace, her tousled hair conveying her dissatisfaction. A woman's moods could change faster than the weather, and even Tan Zheng couldn't quite fathom it. He reached out to place his hand on Song Ni's waist again, only for her to swat it away. At this, Tan Zheng knew the young lady was angry.
"What are you angry about?"
Song Ni couldn't bring herself to say it. She understood everything and felt Tan Zheng's favoritism towards her. But she just wanted Tan Zheng to admit openly that he was also smitten. The more she understood Tan Zheng, the clearer it became that he was too powerful. And her? She was just a young girl still in school with no career. Without his direct confession, it seemed she lacked a certain sense of security. But Song Ni was too clear-sighted; she knew without anyone telling her that this sense of security wasn't something Tan Zheng needed to provide her, but something she needed to give herself. She only regretted not having made early plans for her own career. Tan Zheng was formidable, but she was unwilling to settle for mediocrity.
Song Ni hadn't expected it, and neither had Tan Zheng. It was just the identity of the power behind the GN Group that made Song Ni seriously start planning her career. The man sighed, turned Song Ni in another direction, and pinched her nose. "Aren't you usually quite clever?"
Song Ni batted his hand away again. She said, "When can I see you in a suit?"
The sudden shift in topic made Tan Zheng's eyes subtly move. He embraced Song Ni and gently patted her back. "Welcome, Mrs. Tan, to inspect anytime."
Some things didn't need to be said explicitly. An unspoken understanding had become their tacit agreement.
......
The next day, stimulated by Tan Zheng, Song Ni had Chi Xia bring her the laptop while he was on the phone. If she remembered correctly, the designer Vivian, whom she had met while traveling abroad, was recently holding a show in Paris and had invited her via email. It wasn't an invitation to Miss Song family, but to Song Ni. Coincidentally, Vivian was a student of Bartley, a renowned professor at UAL's College of the Arts, and Bartley was the master who had once invited Song Ni to further her studies at the College of the Arts but was rejected. Song Ni wasn't sure if this was fate's arrangement or an opportunity from heaven. If she went to Paris to watch the show, she would inevitably meet Bartley again, and then...
Song Ni lowered her gaze. The studio plan, shelved due to filming, seemed to be starting anew. Song Ni replied to Vivian's email. Just then, Tan Zheng finished his call and returned, his brows furrowing as he saw the laptop on the bed. "I'm revising my thesis," Song Ni said, closing the laptop and handing it to Tan Zheng. She was becoming increasingly adept at ordering him around.
Tan Zheng took it and casually placed it on the table. "Rest well if your back is injured."
Song Ni's mind was full of future plans. This injury was originally meant to elicit sympathy from Tan Zheng, and she paid it no mind. Besides, Tan Zheng's technique was good; after massaging for half the night, her back injury had indeed improved considerably. "Another two days of rest should be enough."
However, after the incident with Yang Lan, Director Jiang was quite troubled, and Lu Fang had flown to Yu City, so the crew's filming was temporarily halted for half a day.
Tan Zheng's eyes moved. "Zhou Jin called just now and said there's a performance match. Do you want to go?"
"When?" Song Ni's nature was such that she absolutely couldn't lie quietly in bed.
"The day after tomorrow."
"Then... in what capacity will you be going?"
"Don't you want to see me in a suit?"
Song Ni understood. "But I don't have any clothes."
"Zhou Jin will prepare them."
Song Ni nodded. "Will those kids from your club come?"
"They will."
Song Ni's eyes lit up. Since she was preparing a surprise for Tan Zheng, it naturally had to involve cars. Besides Tan Zheng, the only people Song Ni knew who played with racing cars were the kids from the club. This was good; not only were those kids professionals in racing, but they would also know Tan Zheng's preferences.
Tan Zheng asked further, "Why are you asking them?"
"Oh, I think they're quite cute, especially that little boy named Sheng Jiang."
The man's brows tightened. "He's almost twenty and still a little boy?"
Song Ni probably wouldn't have imagined how much trouble her casually made-up excuse would bring Sheng Jiang. Of course, Sheng Jiang, who was training madly until late at night, wouldn't understand.
Brother Tan is also a true vinegar jar.
(End of this chapter)