Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 370; My wife

"The auditions are wrapping up in the next few hours or so," Huo Wu continued. "Preliminary selections have been made. We have approximately 500 contestants moving forward to the next round."

"That many?" Tang Fei asked, her business mind engaging despite the emotional whirlwind.

"There’s genuine talent out there," Huo Wu confirmed, "More than anticipated. The judges are recommending we expand the initial training program."

"Then we expand it," Huo Ting Cheng said decisively. "Tang Fei wanted to give opportunities. We’ll give them."

Tang Fei smiled, something warm blooming in her chest. "Thank you."

"Stop thanking me," he murmured, pulling her close again. "This is what partners do."

And there, in the quiet of the office, with the city lights glittering beyond the windows and the internet still reeling from what they’d witnessed, Tang Fei let herself believe it.

That this was real.

That she was loved.

That her second chance at life had given her not just a new beginning, but a true home.

With a man who would kiss her shoulder on camera in front of a billion people just to make sure the world knew she was his.

And really, what more could anyone ask for?

The office settled into a comfortable quiet after the livestream ended, the kind of silence that felt full rather than empty. Outside, the city hummed with its evening energy, but inside, it was just them, and the gentle glow of screens displaying the auditions still ongoing in the halls below.

Tang Fei tried to return her attention to the tablet showing Hall Three’s performances, but it was difficult to concentrate when Huo Ting Cheng’s fingers kept tracing lazy patterns along her waist.

"You’re distracting me," she murmured, not really complaining.

"Am I?" His voice was innocence itself, but his hand slipped lower, settling more possessively at her hip.

"Mmhmm." She turned her head to look at him, finding his face closer than expected. "How am I supposed to evaluate talent when you’re....."

He kissed her before she could finish the sentence.

It wasn’t the public, shoulder-kiss from moments ago. This was deeper, slower, the kind of kiss that said we have time and I’m not letting go and you’re the only thing that matters right now.

When they finally broke apart, Tang Fei’s cheeks were flushed and her breathing unsteady.

"That was highly unprofessional, Mr. Huo," she said, trying to sound stern and failing completely.

"Sue me, Mrs. Huo," he replied, his lips quirking into that rare, genuine smile that transformed his usually severe features.

From across the room, Huo Wu made a sound that might have been a cough or might have been suppressed laughter. Huo Zhen had strategically moved to the farthest corner, suddenly very interested in organizing already-organized files.

Tang Fei laughed, the sound bright and unrestrained. "Your assistants are suffering."

"They’re well compensated for their suffering," Huo Ting Cheng said without an ounce of sympathy.

She shook her head, still smiling, and reached for her phone. "Look at this, we’re everywhere. Literally everywhere."

She scrolled through her social media, and Huo Ting Cheng leaned in to read over her shoulder, his chin resting comfortably in the crook of her neck.

@RelationshipGoals: I didn’t know it was possible to be jealous of someone being HELD but here we are. Tang Fei won the lottery. #CenturionCouple #HuoTingCheng

@EntertainmentTonight: BREAKING: The kiss seen around the world. Huo Ting Cheng’s rare public display of affection breaks internet records. Full story at 11.

@RomanticSoul: The way he looks at her like she hung the moon and stars... I’m not crying, YOU’RE crying.

@BusinessWeekly: Centurion Entertainment stock prices surge following viral livestream. Investors cited "unprecedented public engagement" and "brand authenticity."

"Brand authenticity," Huo Ting Cheng read aloud, sounding amused. "They’re analyzing our relationship for market trends."

"Welcome to my world," Tang Fei said dryly. "Everything becomes content eventually."

"Mmm." His arms tightened around her. "Then let’s give them good content."

Before she could ask what he meant, he plucked the phone from her hand and held it up, angling it to capture both of them in the frame.

"What are you doing?" Tang Fei asked, startled.

"Taking a photo," he said, as if it were obvious. "For posterity."

"You? Taking a selfie?" She twisted to look at him, genuinely shocked. "You, who once told me that social media was ’a waste of valuable time and resources’?"

"That was before," he said simply.

"Before what?"

"Before you chose this path." His eyes met hers in the phone’s camera, and the intensity there made her breath catch. "Now smile, wife."

Tang Fei couldn’t help it, she smiled. A real smile, the kind that crinkled the corners of her eyes and showed genuine happiness.

Huo Ting Cheng’s expression softened as he looked at her through the screen, and then he pressed his lips to her temple while clicking the capture button.

The resulting photo was... perfect.

Tang Fei’s smile was radiant, her eyes bright with joy. Huo Ting Cheng’s kiss to her temple was tender, possessive, and unmistakably loving. The office background was slightly blurred, but the emotion in the foreground was crystal clear.

"Oh," Tang Fei breathed, looking at the image. "That’s... that’s really nice."

"Nice?" Huo Ting Cheng scoffed. "That’s my new phone wallpaper."

He was already setting it, his movements decisive. Within seconds, his phone’s lock screen and home screen both displayed the photo.

"Yours too," he added, reaching for her phone.

"Hey!" She tried to grab it back, laughing. "I should get to choose my own wallpaper!"

"You can choose," he said, easily keeping the phone out of her reach with his longer arms, "You can choose this photo or... this photo." He set it anyway, then handed the phone back with a satisfied expression.

Tang Fei looked at her screen, now displaying them together, happy, clearly in love, and felt something warm bloom in her chest.

"You’re impossible," she murmured, but she didn’t change it.

"You love it," he countered.

"Maybe...."