Chapter 90 Tan Zheng: Skillfully Entrench Your Husband
Seeing Song Ni acting unusually listless, the man let out a muffled laugh. "What, you don't want it?"
Song Ni immediately replied, "Of course I want it. After I choose, will you also modify it for me?"
Tan Zheng glanced at her and chuckled, "You wish."
Song Ni grinned and pointed upstairs. "If you don't modify it, then I'll pick one from upstairs." Her husband was so rich, if she didn't seize the opportunity to get a good haul, how could she face her conscience?
Tan Zheng took out his cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. He habitually fiddled with his lighter for a few moments before lighting it. With a "swish," the sound was quite pleasing. The man didn't rush to inhale, just let it hang in his mouth, letting the smoke haze his eyes.
Downstairs, there was only a large lamp on the operating platform. Each parking space where a car was parked had a small light. Song Ni was in a dimly lit area, while Tan Zheng stood by the operating platform, the light hitting him, making him appear even taller, like a deity.
But this deity, who should have been worshipped, was clearly not serious. He was smoking. He had the same seven emotions and six desires as any ordinary person. Song Ni felt the red tip of the cigarette was like a morning star, guiding and tempting her to walk closer and closer to Tan Zheng. She wanted to make this already unserious deity even more so.
So Song Ni stepped forward, snatched the cigarette from his mouth, and brought it to her nose to sniff. It was more intense, more stimulating. People often used getting drunk to drown their sorrows, and dense smoke to relieve stress. Song Ni remembered the first night she went to the mountains to find Tan Zheng. He was sitting in a private room on the second floor, smoking. At that time, she found his hands to be explosively sexy. Of course, she still felt that way now.
However, she wanted to find an answer. So, she, who hated the smell of smoke, picked up the cigarette Tan Zheng had bitten and put it in her mouth. Recalling how Tan Zheng used to smoke, she imitated him and took a deep drag.
When Tan Zheng smoked, he could exhale freely after the smoke went through his lungs. But Song Ni smoked so impulsively, it was obvious she would choke. She coughed violently, her eyes turning red.
Tan Zheng knitted his brows and took the cigarette back, gently patting Song Ni's back. "What are you smoking?" The way she had just inhaled was something even some seasoned smokers wouldn't dare to do.
Song Ni didn't expect that just one drag would have such a strong aftereffect. Her heart and lungs ached from coughing, and tears welled up in her eyes. Tan Zheng glared, scolding, "You deserve it!" But his actions were not at all hesitant. After a while, Song Ni straightened up and caught her breath. "What's so good about this stuff?"
"If it's not good, why did you snatch it?"
"I just wanted to try it." To taste what could relieve Tan Zheng's sorrow and stress.
"Don't touch it again in the future." Song Ni nodded. She really didn't want to touch it.
"When did you start smoking?" Tan Zheng frowned. He couldn't remember. He had started smoking when he began playing with cars.
"Then, who are you smoking for?" The man's brows furrowed even tighter. "One smokes for someone?"
Song Ni clutched Tan Zheng's arm, which was supporting her, and with a slight effort, she stood up straight from his embrace. "Yes, I smoke because of you."
Tan Zheng: ...
The man glanced at her. "You're quite proud, aren't you?"
Tan Zheng didn't understand where Song Ni's smugness came from, but she was right. This stuff wasn't good to smoke, and he didn't want Song Ni to smoke for him. Young girls should smell nice.
Song Ni snorted.
Tan Zheng patted her head. "Go pick out one you like."
"Will you modify it?"
"Yes."
"You're the best, husband."
The man chuckled. "If you promise to never smoke again, you can pick anything upstairs."
Song Ni: ! ! ! ! !
"Wow, husband, you're too generous! Aren't you giving too much?"
"Wedding gift."
"...Then can I pick a few more cars, husband?" It shouldn't be too much to ask for more wedding gifts, right? Being able to marry him was simply too fortunate!
Tan Zheng narrowed his eyes, looking at the girl's sparkling eyes, and curved his lips. "Greedy much?"
"I believe Father will agree."
Father? The man frowned. After thinking for a moment, he realized Song Ni was referring to his father.
At Tan Family Mansion, Chairman Tan, who had just returned from work and was preparing to go to the gym, suddenly sneezed. Madam Tan saw him wearing only a vest in such cold weather and pinched his arm. "Can't you wear more clothes when you exercise?"
"You shouldn't wear anything when you exercise." Chairman Tan was able to wear a vest because Madam Tan was always nagging. Even at over fifty, Chairman Tan's physique could still outshine many young heartthrobs. The muscle contours under the white vest were faintly visible. It could be said that Tan Zheng's habit of exercising from a young age was inseparable from Chairman Tan.
Tan Zheng didn't understand what his father had to do with him giving Song Ni cars. "He agrees to what?"
Song Ni pointed at the cars on this floor and began to gesture. "You can pick any car."
The man snorted. "His agreement is useless. These are all my things. You should thank me."
Song Ni: ! ! ! ! !
"Wait, wait, wait? Are you saying these cars..." Song Ni's finger swept around, then pointed upstairs. "All the cars on these two floors are yours?"
Tan Zheng didn't understand Song Ni's look of disbelief. "Otherwise?" Relying on his father to buy them? His father, under his mother's influence, wished he would have nothing to do with racing his whole life, so how could he buy him cars?
Song Ni's pupils dilated, and she remembered the children's song about the black cat sheriff. Her eyes widened like copper bells~ "Where did you get the money? Do racing competitions make so much money? Is it too late for me to start learning now?"
Tan Zheng: ...
For the first time, Tan Zheng looked at Song Ni as if she were an idiot. She was usually a smart girl, so why was she acting like a fool now? Did competitions make money? Even the highest prize money wouldn't be enough to buy one of his cars. "The Song family is also a prominent family in Xingcheng, Song Ni. Why do you look like you've never seen the world?"
Song Ni: ... She hadn't seen the world, but she hadn't seen *this* world. Just the cars in Tan Zheng's villa alone, if sold, would be enough for her to spend her entire life, and in extreme luxury.
"Don't tell me this isn't all your cars?"
The man nodded slightly. "It seems you're not completely foolish."
Song Ni's legs felt weak. "Husband~" she called out sweetly, shaking Tan Zheng's arm as she acted coquettishly. "Teach me your money-making methods, okay?" Although she wasn't short of money, she wasn't a high-minded person who wasn't motivated by fame or fortune. Such high returns, and not being tempted by money, would be disrespecting RMB.
Tan Zheng pushed her hand away. "You can't learn it."
"You just don't want to teach me."
"I'll tell you a shortcut."
"What?"
"Skillfully entrench your husband, and then you'll have everything."
Song Ni: ... Shameless! But... it does make some sense, doesn't it?
(End of this chapter)