Chapter 82 Utterly Adorable!

Chapter 82 She's So Cute! After the whole commotion, her energy was nearly depleted. Song Ni sat on the counter, feeling the cool surface beneath her. Tonight had been too chaotic. The white shards of broken bowls on the floor made her dizzy. What had made her drink, what had made her angry, what had made her lash out at Tan Zheng. Everything was tangled together. She was so tired, her head ached terribly. She didn't want to move at all. She should have continued to be angry at Tan Zheng, but seeing the helplessness and doting in his eyes, she actually started to reflect on herself. Was she truly being unreasonable? Tan Zheng gently pinched Song Ni's chin and lifted it. "Uncomfortable?" Song Ni nodded obediently. Even after throwing up, the dizziness hadn't subsided much, and her stomach churned fiercely. Tan Zheng reached out and, holding her like a child, lifted Song Ni from the counter, intending to place her on the living room sofa. But Song Ni swung her legs, refusing. "Where do you want to go?" Song Ni wrapped her arms around Tan Zheng's neck, craving the warmth of his body, even nuzzling his neck with her head. She whispered, "Right here." Her voice was a little hoarse. Song Ni had always been direct and bold, and moments of speaking so softly were rare, lending her a bit of the shyness and cuteness a young girl should possess. Tan Zheng's voice also softened. "You want to stay in the kitchen?" "Mm." "Then I'll bring a chair over for you, sit here obediently." "Okay." Tan Zheng held Song Ni steadily with one hand, and with the other, he fetched a chair from the dining room and placed it by the entrance. He then set Song Ni down securely on the chair. As he stepped away, Song Ni's hands still clung to his neck, unwilling to let go. Tan Zheng raised an eyebrow. "How can I cook soup for you if you don't let go?" Song Ni seemed to snap back to reality and abruptly withdrew her hands. This adorable Song Ni made the man, who had been angry moments ago, let out a low chuckle. No wonder she had leaned against him on the mountaintop, fueled by alcohol; it turned out she was the clingy type when drunk. Having grown accustomed to Song Ni's proud and lively demeanor, occasionally seeing her muddled and cute was also a unique pleasure. Tan Zheng thought, and chuckled again. He hoped Song Ni would remember everything that happened tonight once she sobered up. That saying that circulated within their circle: The eldest daughter of the Song family, outwardly well-behaved, with a soft and sweet disposition. It wasn't entirely wrong; at least when Song Ni was drunk, she was indeed well-behaved and indeed soft and sweet. Tan Zheng didn't rush to start making hangover soup for Song Ni; instead, he first cleaned up the shards on the floor. A scion of privilege clearly wouldn't be one to do such things. His movements were clumsy and awkward, yet there was no hint of impatience in his expression; he was even diligent and meticulous. If Song Ni were sober now, she would definitely have recorded this rare "domestic husband" scene of Tan Zheng, instead of just sitting there staring at him and smiling foolishly. Compared to sweeping, making hangover soup was significantly more difficult. Tan Zheng searched for how to make hangover soup, and the various recipes made his head spin. He simply tossed his phone aside and, drawing on the little cooking skill he had learned from barbecuing, began to improvise. The reason intelligent people can quickly learn something is their ability to observe, think, summarize, and extrapolate. Although the processes of barbecuing and making hangover soup were vastly different, the underlying principles were the same. It all came down to controlling the heat and seasoning. Before long, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of fish. Song Ni, bored of waiting, her eyes lit up at the smell. "It smells so good." Tan Zheng had been paying attention to Song Ni the whole time. Noticing her little action of twitching her nose to smell, his eyes completely softened. "Want some?" Song Ni nodded vigorously, even jumping off the chair in her eagerness, her bare feet stepping onto the cool floor. The man's brow furrowed again. "Go back to the chair and sit properly." Song Ni obediently sat back on the chair, but craned her neck, watching the pot bubbling away, and involuntarily swallowed several times. Seeing Song Ni like this, Tan Zheng's mood completely relaxed. What Xijin River, what guilt, what happiness or unhappiness, were all cast aside. He was six years older than Song Ni and had experienced more. At Song Ni's age, she was already living very freely and with great clarity. That was why he found her interesting. That was why he, who had always avoided troublesome matters, was willing to play along with Song Ni. Song Ni's anger tonight was understandable; his own anger was only because of Song Ni's careless words. Divorce? Don't even think about it. His mood lightened, and naturally, he felt like teasing her. Tan Zheng coaxed gently. "If you want to drink the soup I made, you have to give me something in return, an equal exchange?" Song Ni, who inherently loved transactions, nodded without hesitation. "Okay, what do you want?" The man chuckled softly. Seeing Song Ni looking at him expectantly for the soup, he mischievously shifted to block her view. "First, call me 'husband' and let me hear it." Song Ni's stomach burned fiercely, and her throat was excessively dry. Seeing Tan Zheng blocking her view, so she couldn't see anything, she became flustered and anxious. "Husband!" Tan Zheng's lips curled upwards. He shifted slightly, allowing Song Ni to see the milky white soup. He then imitated Song Ni's pushiness. "Say something nice." "Husband, it smells so good, I want to drink it!" Tan Zheng laughed so hard his chest trembled. How could Song Ni be so cute, so amusing? Thinking this, Tan Zheng opened his phone's camera, aimed it at Song Ni, and began recording. Tan Zheng made no attempt to hide his actions throughout this process; it was blatant. Song Ni was solely focused on the fish soup and paid no attention. Seeing that the soup was no longer scalding, Tan Zheng placed his phone on the counter, propped it up, and carried a bowl towards Song Ni. He scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Song Ni's lips. As she opened her mouth, he immediately pulled it back. Song Ni, desperate, tried to snatch the bowl from Tan Zheng's hand. The man, of course, wouldn't let her succeed. He pointed to his cheek with one hand. Song Ni tilted her head slightly, blinking her eyes. "Hmm?" The normally flirtatious little enchantress who would come up for a kiss and a lick was now like a little white rabbit who didn't even understand a request for a kiss when drunk. The innocence in those watery peach blossom eyes was truly tempting, making one want to ruthlessly shatter it. Tan Zheng couldn't quite handle her gaze. It wasn't deliberate seduction, nor was she pretending to be good; it was pure, simple confusion. She was utterly adorable. It was practically killing him. Tan Zheng cleared his throat and leaned closer. "Give me a kiss." Song Ni blinked her large eyes, finally understanding the man's intention. Without any hesitation or awkwardness, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on the side of Tan Zheng's face. As she pulled away, she kissed him on the lips. "Is that enough?" Tan Zheng: ... Now she could think on her feet and take the initiative to show affection. Seeing that Song Ni was truly craving the soup, Tan Zheng didn't tease her further. He knew too well how miserable one felt when drunk. Having come this far, he didn't mind being a little more considerate. Tan Zheng had intended to feed her, but Song Ni found it bothersome and simply took the bowl from his hands. Well, he had served her this once, and she wouldn't even pay the bill. (End of this chapter)