Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 387: Can you... call out ’husband’ and let me hear it, huh?

Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Can you... call out ’husband’ and let me hear it, huh?

Ye Zhenzhen looked up, thought for a moment, and then said, "Hmm... I don’t know if President Song has the time to join me and Xiao Chen in a variety show live broadcast?"

To her, this question seemed somewhat demanding, not easily agreed to, so her tone softened a great deal when she spoke.

However, after asking this, the spacious living room fell into a brief silence.

Watermelon, who had been looking up at the two of them, buried its head to continue sleeping after not hearing any follow-up, missing Xiao Chen these past days...

Song Jinze didn’t directly answer Ye Zhenzhen’s question but instead leaned towards her with a single hand propping him up on the couch. The closer he got, the more furrowed his brow became.

He knew she had met with the director, and considering it a necessary part of her work, he didn’t want to interfere. Then he heard from Secretary Zhang’s report that Yu Lili had gone to the police station.

After quickly understanding the situation, he learned that they had returned home, so he immediately rushed back too.

What he didn’t expect was the strong smell of alcohol on the woman, particularly strong spirits, and as he drew close now, it was confirmed—she’d indeed had quite a bit to drink.

Ye Zhenzhen felt somewhat bewildered by his gaze. He hadn’t answered her question but instead moved closer, his presence so near she could distinctly feel the surrounding pressure drop, and this man was getting angry...

In that instant, she couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol taking effect, if she was dazzled by the man’s handsome face, or if she sensed that he was about to refuse in a deep voice the next second. An impulse surged within her, not wanting to hear those words.

With that thought, she acted on it. Her body uncontrollably leaned forward, she tilted her head up slightly, and her soft, mushy lips pressed directly against the man’s warm ones...

Song Jinze’s dark eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but his expression soon relaxed. Just as the woman tried to pull away, he drew his supporting hand on the couch into his embrace, and swept the woman into his arms, deepening this unexpected kiss...

After a few brief minutes, there was some noise from the dining table behind the sofa. Ye Zhenzhen’s wandering thoughts rapidly snapped back, and she pushed the man away, her delicate pale face blushing so deeply it seemed it could drip water.

Aunt Li came out of the kitchen with the sobering-up soup. When she saw what was happening in the living room, she stood frozen for a couple of seconds. Fortunately, she reacted quickly, hastily set the soup on the dining table, and then left swiftly.

She had heard from her own daughter, Lili, that the lady had drunk quite a bit, which is why she made the sobering-up soup. She didn’t expect to encounter the master returning home...

But oh, seeing this couple’s affection so strong, she had an explanation for Old Master Song and Madam Song!

Hearing Aunt Li’s footsteps recede, Ye Zhenzhen looked up at the man, "You... you’ll go, right? You mustn’t refuse..."

Me.

As she said this, the final word ’me’ startled Ye Zhenzhen herself.

What was she saying just now? She was clear-headed, yet her voice was embarrassingly soft. She hadn’t meant to act spoiled, but the tone and the sound even made her feel awkward...

The more she thought about it, the redder her face became.

Song Jinze’s lips curled into a smile. He scooped up the woman in his arms around her waist.

Ye Zhenzhen, already bashful, felt a sense of weightlessness in that instant, causing her heart to race. The next second, she found herself seated on the man’s lap.

With half-closed eyes, the man reached out to tuck the stray hair from her forehead behind her ear, his voice soft and deep, "If I go, what role would I be playing?"

"Xiao Chen’s dad," she blurted out without thinking.

Song Jinze shook his head, "Wrong answer, it’s not complete. Do I need to give you a hint? Wife."

Ye Zhenzhen blinked her eyes, with the conversation reaching this point, what could she possibly not understand? "We are a legally married couple; you’re my husband, Xiao Chen’s daddy. Is this identity acceptable?"

"Then...say ’husband’ for me to hear, hmm?"

Ye Zhenzhen looked into the man’s gentle eyes, his enticing thin lips slightly raised. The deep, warm timbre of his voice just a moment ago echoed in her mind, and her heart began to sink as well.

"Husband~ shall we go?"

Hearing the woman call him ’husband’ again, Song Jinze’s smile at the corner of his lips was impossible to contain. Overwhelmed with affection, he kissed her forehead and chuckled in agreement, "Mhm, I’ll go."

He feared that if he responded a moment too late, this woman might suddenly snap out of it and take back her words.

Ye Zhenzhen prided herself on having a high tolerance for alcohol, but somehow, after this man came home tonight, she felt as though she was getting dizzy, lured step by step by this fox-like man...

"How much did you drink tonight?" he asked softly, cupping her chin with his hand.

Ye Zhenzhen frowned slightly, smelling the familiar cool scent on the man, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She buried her head in his shoulder, finding a comfortable spot, and murmured, "Just a little."

Speaking of how much she had drunk, at this moment, Ye Zhenzhen felt a bit light-headed and just wanted to sleep.

To talk about the amount she had consumed, for the old her, it really wasn’t much, less than half a kilo.

The servants in the living room had already withdrawn. The night was naturally quiet, and with the silence so profound that one could hear breathing and heartbeats, Ye Zhenzhen felt an enormous sense of peace and comfort within...

"Why didn’t you come to me with your matter today?" Song Jinze asked, only to realize that the woman in his arms had fallen asleep.

"Ah~" He sighed helplessly, picked up Ye Zhenzhen, and headed upstairs.

...

The next day.

At nine in the morning, in the Huanya executive meeting room, no one wore any hint of joy on their faces. Last evening’s meeting had been terrible; their President had been very angry. Halfway through the meeting, after Secretary Zhang had whispered something to the President, the President left, and the meeting was adjourned early.

Yesterday was over, but they had to continue that lengthy and tormented meeting tonight.

Ever since President Song announced last week that he was Ye Zhenzhen’s husband, there had always been people in the company secretly discussing the President’s private life. This morning, the Finance Manager heard his secretary recount the latest gossip on social media from the previous night.

After probing for specific details, the Finance Manager feared the worst. The meeting was torture enough, and President Song had ended the meeting early surely because of his wife’s matters. It seemed like they were not going to leave this meeting room at all today.

So, he deliberately shared this piece of news softly with everyone upon arriving at the meeting room in the morning. The high-level executives already had an understanding look, their expressions as gloomy as the overcast weather outside, devoid of any color.

Soon, President Song arrived at the meeting room with Secretary Zhang. Everyone had expected him to be as somber as the day before. To their surprise, there was a smile on his face.

Was the President actually smiling?

This caught the high-level executives off guard, a welcome sight indeed!

Everyone felt a bit relieved, and Secretary Zhang signaled that the meeting would continue.