Chapter 142 Two people tease and spar
Song Ni's sweet voice carried a hint of shyness and anger, not loud, but resonating through the night at this particular time. Tan Zheng loved hearing Song Ni call his name. It was soft, sweet, like a clear spring in the summer mountains. Thus, the man, with a mischievous glint, bounced Song Ni again. Song Ni, not to be outdone, held onto Tan Zheng's neck tightly, almost to the point of constricting him. The man feigned a cough. "Song Ni, are you trying to murder your husband?" "Who told you to be so bad?" Yet, despite her words, she slightly loosened her grip. Tan Zheng laughed, his chest vibrating, and Song Ni, on his back, could feel the tremor. "Little Song Ni, you're the childish one." He was merely playing along with her, indulging her whims. Who would have thought that two people, whose combined age exceeded fifty, would engage in such childish bickering? Song Ni and Tan Zheng themselves wouldn't have imagined it; they would probably find it inexplicable if they recalled it later. Of course, the bodyguards trailing far behind were even more bewildered. Was the big boss always like this? Not that scary, apparently? Why did President Zhou's face turn pale every time he spoke to the big boss on the phone? ... Tan Zheng carried Song Ni on his back as they walked further, continuing their journey back to the hotel. He didn't put her down even in the elevator. Song Ni, who had been swept away by the sweetness moments ago, suddenly regained her composure. "The hotel is hosting many film crews. There might be paparazzi." If they had walked in so openly like this, and if there were any diligent paparazzi staking out the place, they would have captured it all. "Mm." Hearing the man's unusually indifferent response, Song Ni was somewhat displeased and reached out to pinch his waist. "Aren't you worried about me being bashed by netizens?" The man frowned, his attention completely captured by Song Ni's pinch. Hadn't he told this little girl not to touch a man's waist casually? Why was she so forgetful? He answered somewhat distractedly. "Bashed for what?" "I don't know, netizens are so vicious these days." Tan Zheng regained some focus and snorted. "How dare they?" "What's there to dare not? With phones, the internet, and keyboards, they're unrestrained online." "That won't happen." He wouldn't let the photos leak, nor would he let netizens scold his little girl. Song Ni leaned forward, reaching his ear, and let out a breath, asking, "How will it not happen? Can you control the mouths of billions of netizens?" Not only were Song Ni's ears sensitive spots, but they were also Tan Zheng's. Song Ni had discovered this by chance. Sure enough, as soon as Song Ni exhaled, she saw the man involuntarily lean to the side, his ears turning red, his brow furrowed, and more importantly, his sexy Adam's apple bobbed. Tan Zheng's frown deepened. "Money can't solve it?" It seemed it could, but it would require a lot of money. Yet, Song Ni quickly realized that this amount of money was nothing to Tan Zheng. The elevator had arrived, and Tan Zheng carried Song Ni all the way, his breathing unchanged. Because he was tall, Song Ni could swing her legs without restraint. As they reached the door of the room, Tan Zheng tilted his head and asked, "Still not getting down?" Song Ni buried her head in the man's neck, nuzzling him. Whether intentionally or not, her lips brushed against his neck and then his earlobe. Tan Zheng finally sensed something was amiss. Ever since a moment ago, Song Ni had been constantly provoking him. "Are you doing this on purpose?" As he spoke, Tan Zheng's hand supporting Song Ni's thigh brushed against it ambiguously. Song Ni, at this moment, feigned ignorance. "What?" The man suddenly let out a brief laugh, but a dark red lust had ignited in his deep eyes. "Room card." "It's in my pocket." Song Ni's hands remained tightly around Tan Zheng's neck, with no intention of moving. Tan Zheng curved his lips. "You want me to get it?" "I can't free my hands." Tan Zheng chuckled. The little girl's ability to lie with her eyes open was improving rapidly. Who exactly couldn't free their hands right now? If Tan Zheng still didn't understand that Song Ni was flirting with him, he would be a complete fool. Fine, if she wanted to play, he would play with her. So, with one hand expertly supporting Song Ni, Tan Zheng began to explore her body with the other. Tan Zheng was far bolder than Song Ni. Song Ni was feigning accidental touches, while Tan Zheng was openly and directly touching her waist, even giving it a squeeze. He also had to say something particularly wicked: "Your clothes pocket is quite hard to find." Song Ni's waist was sensitive, and even through her clothes, she felt weak from Tan Zheng's touches. Hearing his words, she couldn't help but move forward and bite his ear, whispering accusingly, "Are you even looking?" Tan Zheng chuckled lightly. "Yes, I'm very serious." The moment he finished speaking, the man pinched the flesh on Song Ni's waist. Song Ni: ... You're very serious about flirting, aren't you? Song Ni suddenly regretted it. Should she have actively provoked him, actively stirred up trouble? With Tan Zheng's current demeanor, could she really handle it later? Just before Song Ni's ear was about to be bitten through, Tan Zheng finally found the room card. With a ding, the door opened, and Song Ni moved her legs, intending to get down. To her surprise, Tan Zheng actually let her down. However, the room was too dark; the light from the corridor couldn't illuminate such a large suite. "Insert the room card, it's too dark." "Mm." The man inserted the card with one hand, while covering Song Ni's eyes with the other. "What are you doing?" Tan Zheng just chuckled, saying nothing. But Song Ni seemed to suddenly understand something, her heart starting to pound erratically. She raised her hand and then lowered it, feeling a bit flustered. It was strange; she had received so many surprises on her birthdays since childhood, but why was she so uneasy this time? What would Tan Zheng have prepared? This was her first birthday since they met, and her first birthday since they got married. She knew it; Tan Zheng had rushed back for her birthday. This man was truly wicked; he had stubbornly refused to say "Happy Birthday" earlier. He had prepared something at the hotel. "Walk a few steps forward." Tan Zheng finally spoke, and Song Ni followed his instructions, taking a few steps. "And then?" Her eagerness made Tan Zheng chuckle. He removed his hands. "Then open your eyes." Song Ni slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the light before beginning to look around. The carpet and sofa, originally in the middle of the room, had been moved to the window. A cake and red wine were placed on the table, and vibrant, passionate rose petals were scattered on the carpet and the bed. A bouquet of golden sunflowers was placed on the bedside table. This scene immediately reminded Song Ni of the patch of red roses and sunflowers in Tan Zheng's backyard. But what surprised Song Ni the most was the gift box placed in the middle of the room. It was her graduation design work, a piece that had been praised by many masters in the industry, which she had casually given to a passerby after rejecting Bartley's invitation, feeling as if she were cutting off her own future. In the past two years, she hadn't regretted it. But recently, she had been thinking about starting her own business, and thinking back to her graduation work, she still felt a sense of regret. (End of this chapter)