Chapter 57 Why Can't I Be Pampered as a Wife?

Chapter 57 Why Can't He Spoil Me Like His Wife? Tan Zheng's robust physique held Song Ni in his arms, the man and woman creating a strong visual contrast. Especially his chest, which was scorching hot. Song Ni felt as if she had entered a warm and comfortable harbor. She had always loved being in Tan Zheng's embrace. Thump-thump-thump—her heart was beating a little uncontrollably, one after another, even more intensely than when she sat in his co-driver's seat that day. She couldn't tell if it was because of her cold, the incredibly satisfying hug, or because of... Tan Zheng's words. This was the first time Song Ni had ever heard him call her by that title. Future Mrs. Tan... Just a few simple words, but why did they sound so different when Tan Zheng said them? Song Ni, always intelligent, knew that Tan Zheng, such a powerful, tempered, and steady person, had complete control over his emotions. Apart from the incident five years ago, there had been several occasions when Tan Zheng had been irrationally angry because of her. Two of those times were at the hospital. Thinking of this, Song Ni's gaze fell on her injured lip. Tan Zheng seemed to care quite a bit about her getting hurt? Otherwise, why would he say she didn't care about her own safety? But why? Did he like her? Song Ni looked up at the man. His fatigue had brought out stubble on his chin, which didn't make him look slovenly, but rather added a touch of masculine sexiness. No, it wasn't liking. The light and passion in Tan Zheng's eyes when he looked at racing cars were undeniable. But when he looked at her, his eyes always held a deep intensity. She had noticed a hint of something unusual before, but had never thought deeply about what that depth contained. But whether based on that depth, or based on her being the future Mrs. Tan, what Tan Zheng had done already exceeded her expectations. It was okay, take it slow. She had plenty of time and patience. Because, coincidentally, she hadn't sorted out her own feelings yet. As soon as they got back into the car, Tan Zheng's phone rang. It was Qin Yang. Song Ni's phone was ruined and couldn't be used, so she could only call Tan Zheng. Qin Yang had already learned about the situation from Qin Dang and wasn't as anxious, but was still worried. "Nini, are you seriously injured? Cheng Ling and I are on our way to the hospital now." "Just a minor injury. We're heading back now. Don't bother coming, I'm so hungry." Qin Yang paused. "What do you want to eat?" "Hot pot." Qin Yang: ... Tan Zheng: ... "Can you eat it?" Qin Yang wasn't sure where Song Ni was injured, but hearing the word "hot pot" completely put her mind at ease. Nini, though impulsive, knew her limits. If she could eat hot pot, she couldn't be too seriously injured. "Of course I can eat it. I bought so many ingredients. If I don't eat hot pot, how can I do justice to my hard work?" "Then Cheng Ling and I will go back to your place and prepare. We'll make sure you can start eating as soon as you get back." "Mwah, love you." After hanging up, Song Ni handed her phone to Tan Zheng beside her. "Do you want to eat with us?" After being in the US for so many days, he must miss Chinese food dearly. Hearing this, Tan Zheng glanced at her. It was a look of implied accusation. Song Ni's eyes flickered. Right, Tan Zheng had rushed from the airport to save her and then taken her to the hospital. It had been so arduous, she should treat him to a meal. "Then let's eat together. I bought a lot, enough for everyone." Tan Zheng withdrew his gaze and rested Song Ni's somewhat uncomfortable leg on his own. Even though the light inside the car was dim, he could see the traces of injury on her small ankle. "It's not a toothache? You have a cold and you're eating hot pot?" Song Ni placed her leg on the man's lap with a clear conscience, even shifting to find a more comfortable position and leaning her head on Tan Zheng's arm. "With hot pot, what's a toothache? I'm a bit strange. A cold gets half better after eating hot pot." Tan Zheng looked at Song Ni, who playfully moved her leg again, and couldn't help but reach out and press on her leg. "What kind of logic is that?" "It's true. Yang Yang and Cheng Ling and the others all know." Looking down and seeing a spark of light in Song Ni's eyes, Tan Zheng let out a chuckle from his throat. This young girl, injured and sick, wasn't dispirited at all. "Then why did you still ask for cold medicine?" Song Ni rolled her eyes. "Half from the hot pot, and the other half from the cold medicine." Tan Zheng didn't say anything further. When Lu Fang returned to the car after buying the medicine, he saw this scene. The young girl who had just been kidnapped was leisurely leaning her head on the man's arm, her casual pants rolled up, her legs completely resting on the man, and when she moved restlessly occasionally, her legs would be held down by the man's large hand. Lu Fang: ... He finally understood what Tan Zheng meant by "she's six years older, so I should take care of her." When Song Ni wasn't wearing makeup, her slightly plump cheeks made her look three or four years younger than her actual age. Tan Zheng, unkempt, had stubble on his chin and short hair. Placed together like this, the age gap seemed even larger. Never mind six years, it wouldn't be unreasonable to say he was like an uncle to his niece. Lu Fang's mouth twitched involuntarily. Could it be that Tan Zheng's feelings for Song Ni truly contained a hint of the care an elder has for a junior? Tan Zheng, feeling Lu Fang's gaze linger for too long, lazily lifted his eyelids to look over. Lu Fang: ............ Song Jing had always been generous to Song Ni, buying her the most spacious and best apartments. This riverside apartment was a duplex. The first floor had minimal furniture, bright and spacious. When they arrived, Qin Yang and Cheng Ling had already prepared most things. The entire floor was filled with the aroma of hot pot. Song Ni was so hungry that as soon as she entered, she sat down at the table and picked up a large piece of meat with her chopsticks. However, due to an careless movement, she pulled on the wound on her face, and her lips stung fiercely. "Hiss—" Tan Zheng, who followed right behind, frowned and snatched the chopsticks from Song Ni's hand without a word. "Where's the refrigerator?" Song Ni furrowed her brows, her face full of the desire to eat meat. "Around the corner. Tan Zheng also moved the bowl in front of Song Ni to another position, then strode over to get ice for Song Ni. "Where's the gauze?" "There isn't any. Find a silk scarf to wrap it with. My walk-in closet is the second door on the second floor, to the left." Tan Zheng gave Song Ni a deep look, then unhurriedly walked upstairs. As he was about to disappear at the top of the stairs, his deep voice came, "Don't even think about sneaking food." Song Ni: ... Qin Yang: ... Cheng Ling: ... Lu Fang: ... "Nini, what's going on?" Qin Yang's hand was still on the ties of her apron behind her back. She stared blankly at the scene unfolding, forgetting what she was supposed to be doing. Although Song Ni didn't understand why Tan Zheng was willing to take care of her, since he was, she felt comfortable ordering him around. "My face needs to be de-swollen." Otherwise, it would hurt to even open her mouth, how could she eat hot pot? Lu Fang, however, found it somewhat unacceptable. Tan Ge, the way he took care of people... it was too strange. "Sister-in-law." Song Ni turned her head and looked at the serious Lu Fang. "Hm?" "Could Tan Ge be treating you like a daughter?" Song Ni: ... "Why can't it be that he's spoiling me like his wife?" Lu Fang raised his hand and coughed lightly into his fist, then stiffly turned his neck, incredulous. "Is this how you spoil a wife?" (End of this chapter)