Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 372; Not a single one

"Right. Business terminology. I forgot." She patted his chest indulgently.

"Exactly. Pure strategy."

"Is that why you’re playing with my hair right now? Strategic hair management?"

His hand, which had indeed been absently running through her hair, stilled for a moment. Then resumed. "Yes. Stress reduction techniques improve cognitive function."

Tang Fei laughed, the sound filling the office with warmth, "You’re ridiculous."

"You love it," he said again, and this time she didn’t even pretend to deny it.

"Yeah," she admitted softly. "I really do."

Her phone buzzed with a notification. She glanced at it and laughed. "Oh my god, look at this."

She showed him the screen, where multiple entertainment news sites were now running articles:

"CENTURION COUPLE GOALS: Inside the Love Story That Broke the Internet"

"From Corporate Cold to Publicly Devoted: The Transformation of Huo Ting Cheng"

"Tang Fei and Huo Ting Cheng: The Power Couple Redefining Success"

"’The Transformation of Huo Ting Cheng,’" he read aloud with distaste. "They make it sound like I was some kind of monster before."

"Were you?" Tang Fei asked innocently.

He pinched her side gently in retaliation, making her squeak and squirm.

"Careful," she warned, laughing. "Or I’ll update your contact name to something even more embarrassing."

"You wouldn’t dare."

"Try me, Ting Ting."

His eyes narrowed playfully. "That’s it. Come here....."

What followed was several minutes of playful wrestling, Tang Fei trying to escape his grasp while laughing, Huo Ting Cheng keeping her easily captured while looking deeply satisfied with himself.

From across the room, Huo Wu and Huo Zhen exchanged glances.

"Should we..." Huo Wu gestured vaguely toward the door.

"Probably," Huo Zhen agreed.

"We’ll be in the monitoring room," Huo Wu announced, already moving toward the exit. "If you need anything, just... send a message. Or something."

"Mmhmm," Huo Ting Cheng responded without looking at them, too busy keeping Tang Fei from tickling his ribs.

The door closed behind the assistants with a soft click.

Finally alone, the playfulness gradually shifted into something softer. Tang Fei’s laughter faded into gentle smiles. Huo Ting Cheng’s mock-stern expression melted into open affection.

They settled back into their original position, Tang Fei in his lap, his arms around her, the tablet displaying the ongoing auditions between them.

"Thank you," Tang Fei said quietly after a while.

"For what?"

"For this. All of this." She gestured vaguely to encompass the office, the company, the day they’d shared. "For believing in my dreams even when they seemed impractical. For supporting me even when it meant stepping outside your comfort zone. For... for loving me enough to show it."

Huo Ting Cheng was quiet for a moment, his hand moving to tilt her chin up so he could meet her eyes.

"Tang Fei," he said seriously, "you make me want to be better. Not just as a businessman or a husband, but as a person. You see possibilities where I see obstacles. You see people where I see resources. You..." he paused, searching for words, "...you make the world bigger and brighter and more meaningful."

Her eyes filled with tears again. "Ting Cheng..."

"So don’t thank me," he continued, his thumb brushing across her cheek. "Because I should be thanking you. For crashing into my life. For not running away when it was impossible. For choosing to stay even when I gave you reasons to leave."

"I’m not going anywhere," Tang Fei whispered.

"Good," he said firmly. "Because I’m keeping you. Forever."

"Forever is a long time."

"Not long enough," he countered, and kissed her again, slow and deep and full of promises neither of them had words for.

When they finally pulled apart, both slightly breathless, Tang Fei rested her forehead against his.

"We should probably get back to work," she murmured, though she made no move to leave his embrace.

"Probably," he agreed, also not moving.

"The auditions will be ending soon."

"Mmm."

"We should review the preliminary selections."

"We should."

Neither of them moved.

Instead, they stayed there, wrapped in each other, watching the dreams of hundreds of hopeful performers play out on the screen before them, building their empire one moment, one choice, one shared breath at a time.

Because that’s what love was, Tang Fei thought.

Not just the grand gestures and public declarations.

But the quiet moments in between.

The comfortable silences.

The shared glances.

The way his hand fits perfectly at her waist.

The way her head fit perfectly in the crook of his neck.

The way they could spend hours doing nothing and everything simultaneously.

"Hey," Huo Ting Cheng said suddenly.

"Hmm?"

"Post the selfie."

Tang Fei pulled back to look at him. "What?"

"The photo we took," he clarified. "Post it. On your social media. Let everyone see."

"You want me to... voluntarily post a photo of us? On the internet? Where millions of people will see it?"

"Yes."

"You, who values privacy above almost everything?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

His expression was serious, intense. "Because I want the world to know. Not just that you’re my wife, but that I’m your husband. That I’m proud of that. That I choose you, publicly, proudly, without reservation."

Tang Fei felt her throat tighten with emotion. "Okay," she whispered. "Okay."

She opened her WeChat Moments, selected the photo, and paused with her fingers over the caption field.

"What should I write?" she asked.

Huo Ting Cheng considered. "Something simple. Something true."

Tang Fei thought for a moment, then typed:

"Building dreams with my favorite person. #CenturionEntertainment #MyHusband #Blessed"

She showed him the caption, "Too cheesy?"

"Perfect," he said without hesitation.

She hit the post.

Within seconds, the likes and comments started flooding in.

They watched the numbers climb together, Tang Fei’s head on his shoulder, his arms around her waist, both of them marveling at how their private moment had become a public celebration.

"No regrets?" Tang Fei asked softly.

"None," Huo Ting Cheng replied firmly. "You?"

"Not a single one."

And as the city lights glittered beyond...