Chapter 128 Madam Has Lost Five Catties

Chapter 128 Madam Lost Five Jin Tan Zheng was yelled at by Song Ni and then had the phone hung up. Anger surged within him, and he casually tossed his phone onto the bed, hands on his hips. What kind of temper did Song Ni have? She’d explode after only a few words. Tan Zheng stretched out his leg to kick the sofa but stopped himself abruptly, remembering how much Song Ni liked that sofa. Tan Zheng wasn't a person with a good temper either. Being yelled at and hung up on by Song Ni didn't sit well with him. A proud son of heaven, when had he ever been treated like this before? He was usually the one who did such things. In the nearly thirty years of Tan Zheng's life, he had never indulged anyone, yet in just a few months, he didn't know how many times he had compromised for Song Ni. The man’s deep breaths echoed in the silent night. Song Ni’s scent still lingered in the room. About five minutes later, his emotions slightly calmed, he picked up his phone and called Song Ni again, only to find her phone was turned off. Tan Zheng’s brows furrowed. He opened WeChat again, preparing to video call, but discovered he had been blocked. Very good. This time, Tan Zheng directly threw his phone to the ground. Song Ni, you’re really something. … And so, the couple suddenly entered a cold war. Song Ni continued filming as usual, and after wrapping up, she slipped out to practice driving with Sheng Jiang. However, she returned to the hotel later each night, sometimes close to one in the morning. With less than six hours of sleep daily, the demanding filming schedule, and practically no control over her diet, Song Ni had actually lost five jin. While Chi Xia was simply unaware, Chang Zi, an old hand at this, eventually learned through subtle inquiries that Song Ni was going out every night for Tan Zheng. This was precisely what puzzled her: why hadn't Song Ni been very happy lately? She had heard from Chi Xia that Song Ni was always looking at her phone, using it much more frequently, but each time she checked it, she would put it down after just a few minutes, as if she were having a dispute with Tan Zheng. She couldn’t understand it, truly couldn’t understand. As for Tan Zheng, due to his semi-leave of absence previously, the affairs of GN Group had piled up to the point where he needed to work twenty-four hours a day. Furthermore, now that he had made an appearance, people from all sides wanted to meet him. He declined some unnecessary meetings but had to attend others. Moreover, Father Tan showed no pity for his own son, intending to gradually hand over Tan’s Corporation to Tan Zheng at this juncture. Tan Zheng was completely tied up, wishing he could split himself in two. Yet, even so, he still set aside time every night to listen to Zhou Jin's reports. Since their argument that day, he had instructed his bodyguards to maintain a certain distance and only report on Song Ni's basic situation. He knew that Song Ni went out every night and returned past one o’clock, but he had never asked the bodyguards to investigate what she was doing. Today, Zhou Jin reported as usual. "Madam returned to the hotel ten minutes later than usual tonight." Before Tan Zheng could even furrow his brow, Zhou Jin added, "Madam went out for a late-night snack, but the bodyguard couldn’t see clearly what she ate." Tan Zheng’s mind suddenly conjured an image of Song Ni walking to a late-night snack stall in the dead of night, and he let out a short, sharp laugh. What else could it be? Surely some of those heavy-flavored dishes. After laughing, Tan Zheng realized something was amiss and his expression turned serious again. "Mm." "However, Madam has a very tight filming schedule recently. She’s out for nearly two and a half hours every night and has already lost five jin." Tan Zheng’s hand paused over the document he was reviewing, his brows tightening. "What did you say?" "Madam lost five jin." Tan Zheng threw his pen down and stood up, looking at the dazzling city lights below. It was already two in the morning. "Then tell the director to lighten her workload." Zhou Jin gave a bitter smile. "I’ve already inquired. This was Madam's own request." Tan Zheng raised his hand and rubbed his temples. Given Song Ni's personality, once she decided on something, no one could change it. If he forcibly asked the director to make alternative arrangements and she found out, who knew how much trouble she’d cause. It was a headache. "Did the item you were asked to buy last time arrive?" "It has been sent to the vault, and you can retrieve it at any time." Tan Zheng acknowledged, hung up the phone, and pressed the call bell for his office. Another assistant entered. Tan Zheng handed over the documents he had finished reviewing. "Clear my schedule for next Wednesday." Su Qing was taken aback. "But next Wednesday you have a dinner with Chairman Lin of Huali Group." Tan Zheng’s eyelids lifted as he looked at Su Qing. He didn't speak, but that look sent a jolt through Su Qing. The haze of working late into the night dissipated, and she immediately sobered up. Lowering her head, she replied, "Alright, Mr. Tan. I will arrange another time with Chairman Lin of Huali." How could she have forgotten? Mr. Tan’s words were directives, not requests for opinions. Su Qing returned to her workstation with the documents, patting her head in frustration. She leaned back in her chair and sighed. She had been working overtime late into the night for nearly a week, and her body was really starting to give out. Her gaze inadvertently swept across the calendar on her desk, and her eyes stopped. She noticed that next Wednesday was circled in thick, bold red pen. Su Qing raised her hand and tapped her head again. How could she have forgotten? Next Wednesday was Madam's birthday. She was truly overwhelmed with work. … The matter of Song Ni losing weight was kept from Song Jing by Zhang Jin. To prevent her parents from worrying, Song Ni had to tell Song Jing the truth and then enlist his help to speak a few good words for her in front of their parents. Song Jing was silent for a long time after hearing that Song Ni was practicing riding a motorcycle every night to learn. Song Ni had never been talented with cars since she was little. She had broken her leg once just riding a bicycle, so she naturally had no interest in vehicles. Now, she was rushing out to practice driving after a busy day. What else could it be for? "Because of Tan Zheng?" Song Ni was in a cold war with Tan Zheng during this period, and hearing this suddenly made her a little uncomfortable. "I'm not doing it for him; I just think motorcycles are very cool." Song Jing snorted. "I know you better than that." Song Ni pouted her lips, and finally, she didn't deny it any further. "I think Tan Zheng is happiest when he's driving, whether it's racing cars or motorcycles." So, she hoped to one day be able to share the thrill of speed with Tan Zheng. Not just sitting behind him, but riding side-by-side. Song Jing was happy to see Song Ni giving her all because of her liking and love. This showed she was experiencing the most romantic emotion in the world. However, from a brother's perspective, he still felt concerned. "There's no need to make yourself so tired. Isn't filming exhausting?" Song Ni shook her head. "Brother, Vivian sent me an email inviting me to her show. Bartley will also be there. I need to pick up my career again." Song Jing understood. This was to finish filming as soon as possible so she could go to the show. "Can't learning to drive be postponed until later?" "No, Tan Zheng is very perceptive. I want to surprise him and not let him know about this. Oh, and Brother, you're not allowed to say anything either." Song Jing: … He really couldn't manage his grown-up sister anymore. Song Jing sighed. "What about your birthday? You're turning 24 in a few days. You can't possibly spend it in Yu City, can you?" "I can't get away." "Mom and Dad miss you very much. They won't agree to you staying in Yu City for your birthday." "Isn't that what you're here for?" Song Jing: … "I don't agree either." "I've spoken with Sister-in-law on the phone. Sister-in-law will also be attending that show. You help me handle Mom and Dad, and I'll help you take care of Sister-in-law." Song Jing: … How come he had no idea Tang Tang was going to London for a show? (End of this chapter)