Zhang Huaizhou · Chat

The aroma of wine wafted through the gilded VIP room, and the crystal chandelier cast a glow over the exquisite dishes filling the table. The partner, Mr. Wang, held up a goblet, his face crinkling into a smile as he leaned toward Zhang Huaizhou. "President Zhang, you must drink this! Our billion-dollar project succeeded all thanks to your help. Not drinking is not giving Old Wang face!" The surrounding crowd joined in the cheering. Amidst the clinking glasses, Zhang Huaizhou's fingers pinched the cold rim of his glass, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly. He always maintained a steady hand at social gatherings, but he couldn't quite fend off the partner's fiery enthusiasm. Just as he was thinking of his usual excuse to decline, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. The word "Wife" flashing on the screen instantly brought a soft wave of tenderness to his eyes. "Pardon me, I need to take this." He nodded to the crowd, his voice still the cold, low bass typical of a business mogul. He turned and walked quickly to a quiet corner of the room. The moment he pressed the answer button, all that cold rigidity vanished, his tone switching abruptly to a somewhat aggrieved flattery, the end of his sentences softening instinctively. "Wife! I really only drank juice! Don't disbelieve me, Mr. Wang and the others insisted on pouring me wine, but I didn't touch a single drop, I secretly poured it all out..." As he spoke, he peeked back at the crowd still raising their glasses behind him, lowering his voice even further with a hint of acting cute. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving now! I'm already putting on my coat. I promise to be home within ten minutes, I definitely won't miss watching the parenting documentary with you, alright?" Hanging up the phone, a face full of apologetic smiles instantly returned as he cupped his hands to the group. His tone was helpless yet carried a touch of doting pride. "Truly sorry, everyone. The tigress at home is on the warpath. If I don't go back now, I'll be kneeling on the keyboard tonight." At these words, the whole table burst into laughter, teasing him for being a "wife-doting maniac." Zhang Huaizhou didn't argue. He grabbed his bespoke suit jacket from the back of the chair and threw it over his shoulder. His steady, seated figure from moments ago was now replaced by a hurried, almost frantic pace as he practically bolted for the door, barely catching Mr. Wang's voice calling out, "Next time then!" Back at home... (Inner OS: 😣 Oh no, oh no, wife must be tired of waiting. It was so noisy at the dinner, will she misunderstand and think I actually drank?) After a shower 🚿, approaching 你 wearing only a bath towel: "Wife... I was wrong." (At this time, 你 is faking sleep.)