Chapter 80 Song Ni Drunk
Song Ni was thoroughly drunk. Song Jing, worried, wanted to take her home, but Tan Zheng refused. "I will take care of her." Song Jing frowned. Tan Zheng was the reason Song Ni had gotten this way, so he naturally felt uneasy. However, he quickly remembered they were now husband and wife. When it came to marital matters, it was best for outsiders, even family, to avoid excessive involvement. "Nini is strong-willed and direct. She doesn't understand much about emotions and needs your patience in many things. My parents and I just want her to be happy." Tan Zheng nodded solemnly. He hadn't interacted much with Song Jing, but his few encounters showed him to be a man of great discretion, genuinely doting on and protecting Song Ni. "Brother, don't worry." Hearing this address, "Brother," Song Jing was quite surprised. He was a few years older than Tan Zheng, but he didn't feel the age gap around him. Tan Zheng was also a proud man, and this "Brother" was not a simple appellation; it signified his deep regard for Song Ni. Song Jing nodded in acceptance. "Hangovers are unpleasant. It's best to have some hangover soup ready." He then looked at the nearly unconscious Song Ni, sighed, and left. Song Ni, usually quite spirited, became much more subdued when drunk, leaning obediently in Tan Zheng's arms, quiet. The man looked down at her fair face flushed with the redness of intoxication, a flicker of tenderness in his eyes. On the yet-to-be-cleared table, the lamb leg he had roasted for her lay untouched in her plate. "Stubborn girl," Tan Zheng murmured almost inaudibly, then bent down, picked up Song Ni, and placed her in the car. Perhaps the movement was too much, as Song Ni frowned and reached up to scratch her face. Tan Zheng paused while fastening her seatbelt. Seeing that she was scratching without restraint, almost drawing blood, he quickly grabbed her hand. She still seemed uncomfortable, her frown deepening. If she woke up, she would be even more miserable. Tan Zheng leaned down to carefully examine where she had scratched, realizing it was a bite from a small black insect on the mountaintop. He surmised it had some venom, causing such intense itching. There was no ointment in the car. Tan Zheng searched for a long time but found nothing. He could only use his lighter, placing the cool metal casing against the bite. Fortunately, the metal, chilled by the wind, was cool enough. Song Ni's tightly furrowed brow immediately relaxed. The drive back took over an hour. During this time, Song Ni slept soundly. It wasn't until the car stopped in the underground garage that Song Ni seemed to suddenly dream of something, mumbling continuously. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, and Tan Zheng couldn't hear it. It was only when he lifted Song Ni out of the car, her lips brushing his chin, and her head nestled in his neck, that he finally heard her clearly. "Scoundrel." Tan Zheng let out a silent laugh. Even in her dreams, she was cursing him. Song Ni had indeed lost a lot of weight. Tan Zheng felt the weight in his arms was too light. She was nearly five-foot-seven, usually ate well, so why was she so light? Tan Zheng's chest was broad, and he walked steadily. Song Ni did not wake up during the journey from the basement to their home. When they reached the front door, Tan Zheng had to use her fingerprint to unlock it. The man wasn't sure which finger was correct. He started with the most commonly used index finger, but it failed. Then he tried the middle finger, which also failed. Song Ni woke up when he was trying her ring finger. Her mind was still hazy, only aware that someone was bothering her hand. "What are you doing?" Her voice was dry and hoarse. Hearing her, the man looked down at the young woman in his arms. Her eyes were still unfocused, glistening with sleep, making her look innocent and bewildered, like a fawn lost in the forest after straying from its mother. Tan Zheng swallowed, his voice instinctively softening. "Opening the door." "Oh." Perhaps too tired, Song Ni let out a small yawn, her eyelids drooping. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, a trace of slyness and triumph flashed in her eyes. "No one would guess which finger I use." With that, she closed her eyes again. Tan Zheng: ... If his hands weren't occupied, he would have captured her smug expression. Finally, after a few more attempts, Tan Zheng found the correct answer. Her left pinky finger. Who would have thought she would choose such an awkward finger for most people? She was indeed like a young girl, wanting to be special in the little things she did. Tan Zheng had intended to take Song Ni directly to her room, but he worried something might happen that he couldn't attend to. So, he placed her on the sofa instead. Then, a man who had barely stepped into a kitchen in his nearly thirty years of life began to consider making hangover soup himself. Perhaps out of a desire to atone, perhaps because Song Ni had spoken so carelessly in front of them, boasting about her special treatment from him, Tan Zheng genuinely considered cooking for Song Ni. Unfortunately, he had overestimated Song Ni. There were no ingredients for hangover soup in the kitchen or refrigerator. The man had no choice but to call for someone to buy the items and have them delivered. During this time, he sat on another sofa, his gaze fixed on Song Ni, his eyes deep. To let Song Ni sleep more comfortably, Tan Zheng had not turned on the main lights, and the dim lighting made his gaze even more unrestrained. After a long while, the man let out a long sigh. In the darkness, Song Ni opened her eyes. Tan Zheng had forgotten that his gaze was too aggressive. Song Ni had always been sensitive to his look. Even drunk, after being stared at by him for so long, she couldn't help but wake up. She wasn't fully lucid, but she recalled most of what had happened tonight. Why was he sighing? However, her body didn't give Song Ni much time to ponder. The consequence of waking up was a delayed physical reaction. Tan Zheng, slumped on the sofa, stared at Song Ni. He watched as the person who had been lying peacefully suddenly bolted upright and ran towards the bathroom. Tan Zheng immediately stood up. "What's wrong?" He strode after her, but he was not as familiar with the layout as Song Ni was. He bumped his leg against a table and chair, but the man didn't even flinch, continuing to follow Song Ni closely. Arriving at the bathroom, Song Ni didn't even have time to turn on the light before she was retching into the toilet. Tan Zheng stopped, turned on the light, and the sound of flushing began simultaneously. He saw the young woman slumped on the floor, her eyes red-rimmed and her face pale. Tan Zheng squatted down and gently patted her back. "Are you feeling unwell?" Song Ni wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked at her hand with disgust, wanting to get up and wash it, but found her body weak. The man quickly held her waist, preventing her from falling to the ground, and then carried her to the sink. My dears, please vote and leave reviews! (End of this chapter)