Chapter 72 Song Ni: You Can't Do It
Song Ni tossed and turned, agonizing over whether Tan Zheng was capable, and finally fell asleep around three or four in the morning. Her sleep was restless, filled with intricate and chaotic dreams. She drifted in and out, light and shadow intermingling. The dreamscapes were dim and oppressive, filled with all sorts of noise. When Song Ni woke up, she couldn't recall anything, only that Tan Zheng's figure was in her dream. And in her dreams, Tan Zheng was as arrogant and presumptuous as ever. Song Ni frowned; these kinds of dreams always gave her a headache. The space beside her was already empty, and the warmth had completely dissipated, indicating he had been awake for some time. Song Ni felt rather agitated. She detested having such dreams, dreams that made one want to recall, but she couldn't remember anything, all in vain. After splashing cold water on her face a few times, she felt slightly more awake. As soon as she went downstairs, she saw the culprit—Tan Zheng, sitting on the sofa watching television, looking quite at ease. Song Ni was immediately annoyed. "It's so noisy."
Hearing this, the man on the sofa looked up at Song Ni at the top of the stairs. Her hair was loosely tied up, looking a bit messy, with water still not dried on her fair little face, her brows furrowed. Tan Zheng raised his eyebrows. Who had provoked her so early in the morning, making her so irritable? Realizing that the young girl was someone who wouldn't suppress her emotions, Tan Zheng had no intention of fanning the flames. He pressed the mute button on the remote. In an instant, the spacious house fell silent. The man sitting on the sofa watched the young girl at the top of the stairs, his eyebrows raised and a smile playing on his lips.
Song Ni pursed her lips. She was truly unaccustomed to seeing Tan Zheng being so agreeable. And what was he smiling about? What was so funny? The house was too large, and when it was quiet, any action would create a noticeable sound. For example, Song Ni was opening the refrigerator to get some water. Even though Tan Zheng couldn't see anything from his angle, he spoke the moment she unscrewed the bottle cap. "There's breakfast and warm milk on the table." Song Ni's upward tilt of her head paused. She had developed the habit of drinking cold water in the morning after moving in, because she was lazy and couldn't manage to warm milk as the first thing she did upon waking. Half-doubting, she screwed the cap back on and looked at the dining table. Indeed, there was breakfast and milk. This time, it was Song Ni's turn to be surprised. "Did you make it?" After saying that, she thought it unlikely and glanced into the kitchen, which showed no signs of being used. Tan Zheng snorted and said nothing, continuing to watch television silently. That was right; how could someone like Tan Zheng stoop to preparing breakfast, such a heartwarming task? He had probably called a restaurant to order it. However, such an action was enough to appease Song Ni's morning temper. The Tan family's unruly son, no matter how domineering and arrogant, had still prepared breakfast for her? The milk was just the right temperature. With one sip, her throat, dry from the night, was moisturized, and Song Ni's mood immediately brightened, her attention shifting to Tan Zheng.
"I didn't expect you to have the habit of watching television." Tan Zheng, who was aimlessly changing channels, paused and glanced at Song Ni, who was eating breakfast leisurely. "Then what should I do?" This question actually stumped Song Ni. In her understanding of Tan Zheng, other than eating, drinking, smoking, archery, and racing, there was nothing else. Tan Zheng couldn't be drinking forever, nor could he be racing forever. Moreover, he had retired and was not coaching. Even with racing, he was merely the club owner. She had never heard of him having a regular job. So, what did Tan Zheng do with his other time? The more she thought about it, the more Song Ni felt that her understanding of Tan Zheng was still too superficial.
"Is it the same at your own home?" Song Ni rested one hand on her chin, twirling the empty milk cup with the other. Watching television just didn't seem to fit with Tan Zheng's personality. Especially... Song Ni looked at the video of a certain idol group dancing energetically on the screen and narrowed her eyes slightly. Slender waists and long legs, they would indeed be attractive to men. Did Tan Zheng also like to watch these? "No." The pure girl group on the screen changed to a sexy girl group, and Song Ni frowned. "Then what do you do at home?" "Sleep." The sexy girl group began to sway their hips and dance provocatively. Even with the sound off, the scene was still fiery, and Song Ni's expression became even more unpleasant. Her tone was curt. "At your place, you just sleep, but here you watch girl groups?" Her words were rather sarcastic. Tan Zheng finally realized that he hadn't changed the channel for quite some time and finally noticed what was being broadcast on the television. Naturally, he also noticed Song Ni's intense focus on the screen. Tan Zheng released his hand, simply tossed the remote aside, and his gaze focused intently on the screen. Half a minute later, the man commented, "The third one from the left has a good figure."
Song Ni: ... The temper that had been soothed by the milk suddenly flared up again. "What's the use of having a good figure if you can't have it?" As she spoke, Song Ni brazenly glanced at the man's widely spread legs. Tan Zheng's eyes moved slightly. He wasn't sure if Song Ni's reaction counted as jealousy, but he certainly liked Song Ni's prickly demeanor. He also enjoyed teasing her like this. "How can I not have it?" Tan Zheng looked at the angry Song Ni with a smile in his eyes, thinking that the young girl would probably bring up the topic of marriage and put on airs as Mrs. Tan. Suddenly, Song Ni let out a cold huff. "You can't do it."
Tan Zheng frowned. Regardless of what she meant, the man did not want to be associated with the word "can't." But what puzzled him was that Song Ni's subtle, mocking smile told him that what she said couldn't do was precisely what men most disliked: "can't." "..." Where couldn't he do it? Where did she see that he couldn't? If he couldn't do it, wouldn't he have needed to chug several bottles of ice water late at night just for her to kiss his brow last night? Now, Tan Zheng also realized that when Song Ni said that, she was staring at the area between his legs. "..." This little girl was not shy. Tan Zheng glanced down. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, his long legs still spread wide. He reached out towards Song Ni. "Come here." Song Ni eyed him warily. "What for?" The man snorted. "To show you whether I can do it or not."
Song Ni: ... Is this Tan Zheng guy a pervert? "I'm not going. You can't do it." As she spoke, Song Ni provocatively glanced at the area between the man's legs again.
Tan Zheng: ... He had little patience to begin with, especially on matters of dignity. Not caring whether Song Ni came over or not, Tan Zheng directly got up and walked towards her. Song Ni quickly jumped off the chair and moved behind the table. "What do you want to do?" Tan Zheng's eyes were deep, his lips pursed tightly, and his voice was tense, carrying a somewhat intimidating tone. "What do you think I want to do?"
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