Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 505: Chapter 503: Have You Gotten a Boyfriend Yet?

Song Yi was about to retort when a phone ringtone interrupted her.

She didn’t speak again; the call was from Lu Yan, saying that Song Nuan had gone back by herself.

After hanging up, Tang Si looked over: "Call your sister and see where she is." fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Song Yi was puzzled: "What’s the matter?"

"She was all packed and ready to leave today, ran into Lu Yan’s mom, and threw a little tantrum. She didn’t let him give her a ride, just went off on her own."

Song Yi frowned, took out her phone, and called Song Nuan.

The call was quickly answered, a sweet girl’s voice came through: "Sister."

Song Yi had been worried that something might have happened to Song Nuan, but hearing her voice, her heart settled.

"Where are you?"

Song Nuan: "I’m already home, about to have dinner with Mom and Dad."

She answered truthfully, her tone normal, without any hint of anomaly.

On the other end, Song Yi’s mother’s voice came through: "Xiao Yi, are you and Tang Si coming back for dinner? I’ll make extra, it’s been a while since we all ate together. Last time, we didn’t all sit for a meal."

Song Yi covered the receiver, looked at Tang Si: "My mom invited us back for dinner, will you go?"

Tang Si lowered his head, didn’t even think: "Let’s go."

Tang Si never refused invitations from Song Yi and her parents.

He is grateful to Father Song and Mother Song for raising such a daughter; Song Yi is well-mannered, speaks and acts with great propriety, and knows what should and shouldn’t be done.

"Alright, we’ll head back in a bit."

...

Song Family.

Song Yi’s mother watched Song Nuan, who was obediently wrapping dumplings.

She licked her lips, considering her tone: "Nuannuan."

"Mm?" Song Nuan was holding a dumpling, looking up at her mother: "What is it?"

There was still some flour on the tip of her nose, making her look soft and adorable.

She was extremely well-behaved.

"How is school? Is studying tiring?" Mother Song asked.

Song Nuan: "It’s alright, everything’s fine. I understand it, not too tiring."

Father Song was sitting on the sofa, holding a newspaper as he asked: "Dating any boys at school?"

Song Yi had previously mentioned Song Nuan’s situation to them.

They couldn’t directly address it in front of her; Song Nuan seemed very normal now, no anomalies to be seen.

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan’s hand wrapping the dumplings paused slightly, just stunned for a second, she dropped her gaze, others could scarcely discern her expression.

She replied calmly: "No, I’m at a stage where I’m focused on studying, what’s the point of dating now?"

This tone revealed nothing strange, it was very ordinary.

But for Father Song and Mother Song, the calmer and more ordinary it seemed, the more concerned they became.

"Nuannuan." Mother Song approached, having just washed her hands, dried them with a clean towel, and started wrapping dumplings, speaking while she worked: "I heard the pressure in senior year is quite high, don’t rely on your intelligence to hide your own stress."

Mother Song hinted: "I often see news of senior students jumping from buildings, committing suicide, it makes my heart worry."

"How about Mom gets you a psychologist to talk to? Don’t let yourself get overwhelmed."

She was carefully guiding her, whatever the reason, trying to lead her to see a psychologist.

Song Nuan listened and laughed: "Mom, those things happen because of too much family and academic pressure, leading to such impulsive acts."

"But you’ve never forced me to do anything." Song Nuan: "Where could I possibly feel pressured? I have an easy time studying, there’s no problem. Why bother with a psychologist?"

"So unnecessarily worried."

Indeed, the Song family never pressured Song Nuan, but Father Song and Mother Song understood, being born in such a family, with an elder sister already so outstanding, the younger sister has no reason not to be.

Even without family pressure, voices from the outside world abound, many eyes would fall upon her.

Naturally, Song Nuan would study diligently, especially with her parents and Song Yi’s influence growing up, one’s environment often shapes the kind of person they become.

Song Yi completed all her university courses ahead of time and took her postgraduate exams.

All this was managed alongside carrying out her own work responsibilities.

Mother Song pursed her lips: "When Mom and Dad went abroad, they encountered foreign education systems, psychologists there often said, sometimes people have psychological issues they can’t recognize themselves."

"Especially at your age, where understanding is not yet comprehensive, you might not recognize some of your own issues." Mother Song spoke gently, looking at Song Nuan: "In our family, it’s typical, even your sister went to see a psychologist back in the day."

"We see psychologists to ensure our mental and physical health." Mother Song explained: "It’s not that seeing one means you have a psychological illness, it’s simply for prevention and to ensure happiness."

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan raised her eyes to look at Mother Song: "Sister has seen a psychologist?"

This time Father Song chimed in: "Of course, your sister was even more jovial than you, she also went to see one, all for preventive measures."

Song Nuan thought it over, finally agreeing: "Alright."

In fact, Father Song and Mother Song were lying; Song Yi never went to see a psychologist, her mental state is very good.

Seeing Song Nuan agree, Father Song and Mother Song silently relaxed, a concern was resolved, fearing the girl being too stubborn, disagreeing, unwilling to go, unwilling to cooperate.

Actually, Song Nuan always regarded her sister as a role model; she admired and respected Song Yi’s quality work all around, consistently striving towards Song Yi’s direction.

Even her standards for choosing a boyfriend subtly aligned more with Song Yi’s preferences.

Yet she was unaware of this tendency.

Just then, an engine sounded from the courtyard.

Song Yi and Tang Si have arrived.

Song Nuan raised her eyes, gazing towards the courtyard, and put down the dumplings in her hands to run out to greet them.

Song Yi got down from the passenger seat, carrying quite a bit of food.

Her hair was slightly curled, draped down, she wore slim-fitting jeans and a beige coat, the whole outfit highlighting her gentle and delicate nature.

The jeans outlined her already beautiful legs more straight and proportionate, a simple ensemble, yet exuding elegance.

Tang Si rounded the front of the car to take what was in her hands: "I’ll carry those."

Song Yi handed the items over to Tang Si.

Song Nuan smiled, walking over: "Sis, what did you buy?"

"What are you doing outside?" Song Yi: "I just picked up some food."

"Let’s talk inside." Song Yi blew into her palm for warmth, then gave Song Nuan’s head a playful rub: "It’s really chilly out."

Seeing Song Nuan dressed lightly: "Aren’t you cold?"

"Nope, I was wrapping dumplings inside, quite warm." Song Nuan replied with a smile.

"Brother-in-law." Song Nuan looked at Tang Si, calling sweetly.

Tang Si curled his lips, softly responding: "Mm."

"Let me carry the stuff."