Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 507: Chapter 505: Petite Body, Can’t Handle Too Much Action

At that moment.

Song Nuan was inside the house, looking through the glass. She could see the figures of the two, tightly embraced. The man was smiling, his eyes full of affection, while the woman was charming and soft, seemingly a bit shy.

Tang Si seemed to have said something that made Song Yi coyly hit Tang Si’s shoulder.

Song Nuan lowered her gaze.

How happy.

Why is it that when others fall in love it’s like this, but not for her?

She pressed her lips tightly, a bitter taste in her heart, and the dumplings she had peeled were crushed.

"Nuannuan, what are you doing?" Mother Song saw her: "If you’re not making dumplings, go play somewhere else, don’t add to mom’s chaos here."

Song Nuan turned around suddenly, trying to cover up her thoughts just moments ago, and smiled.

Looking at the dumplings in her hand, and the filling: "Turns out, the feeling of destroying something you created with your own hands is like this, quite satisfying."

This ambiguous remark made Mother Song furrow her brows, looking at her: "So young and already speaking nonsense, what are you talking about?"

This sentence made her heart alarmed.

Song Nuan: "Where’s the nonsense? Originally, destroying such things can stir up the most comfortable feeling inside a person."

"Isn’t it comfortable to cause destruction?" Song Nuan smiled with squinted eyes: "The look when you cry might be cute, it’s a pity these dumplings don’t have life, can’t cry, but watching it is satisfying."

Father Song heard and walked over: "This kind of thought shouldn’t exist; we are all kind-hearted."

Song Nuan shrugged: "Yes, I’m just giving an example, I’m also kind-hearted."

But, if someone treats her unkindly, should she still be kind?

Her gaze deepened, making it hard for people to see what she was truly thinking inside.

Father Song and Mother Song both furrowed their brows, it seems the psychologist needs to be called in sooner, it can’t go on like this.

Tang Si and Song Yi came in from outside, the dumplings were almost done.

"Do you want steamed or boiled dumplings?" Mother Song asked.

Song Yi: "I want fried ones."

Fried dumplings are usually very tasty.

Mother Song: "What fried dumplings, they’re unhealthy."

"Choose one quickly from two options."

Tang Si spoke with a smile at this time: "Auntie, anything is fine, whichever is easier for you to make."

Song Yi glared at Tang Si: "Who told you to make the decision for me?"

Tang Si bent slightly: "I’ll buy them for you when we go home."

He knows that Song Yi doesn’t return home often, and since Father Song and Mother Song are also rarely in the country, it’s rare for them to have a meal together, it should be harmonious, why argue over what to eat?

Song Yi was satisfied with this.

Mother Song looked at the two, her face involuntarily smiling.

She understands Song Yi very well, but Tang Si can placate her, and also manage her, which gives her peace of mind that the two are together.

After the meal, Father Song wanted to have a few games of chess with Tang Si.

Song Yi glanced at her father: "Dad, he’s working tomorrow morning, let’s play chess another day. When he’s free during the New Year, I’ll bring him back to play with you."

Moreover, sometimes Tang Si is so busy he doesn’t even have time to eat with her or go on a date.

Yet still make time to play chess with Father Song?

"But there’s only one chance, don’t always take him away from me." Song Yi held onto Tang Si’s arm: "He doesn’t spend much time with me as it is, very busy."

"Okay, okay." Father Song compromised, letting them go. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Song Nuan obediently said goodbye: "Sister, brother-in-law, goodbye."

...

On the way back, the fog was dense, and the car was moving very slowly.

The sky had already darkened, and the roadside was lined with streetlights. Song Yi rested her chin on her hand, looking outside.

"Do you think my parents will get what kind of psychologist for Song Nuan?" Song Yi asked.

She was considering whether to invite Bo Shiyin to come over?

This person is quite reliable, though she hasn’t contacted him since.

"We’ll see." Tang Si said while driving: "Don’t worry too much, her issues probably aren’t too serious, it should be solvable."

"Hmm." Their alone time together is rare, so Song Yi changed the topic: "Are we going to buy me some fried dumplings now?"

Actually, fried dumplings aren’t very healthy, all fried foods are unhealthy. Tang Si thought Song Yi would be full and wouldn’t mention buying them again.

But apparently, she was still thinking about it.

"Eat less." Tang Si glanced at Song Yi, his voice deep with a hint of amusement: "Eating that unhealthy stuff is bad for your health."

He lifted his tone: "With your little frame, you can’t take much."

As he spoke, he licking his lips: "Can’t you consider your brother? It’s quite hard to hold back each time."

With that disagreement, back to driving.

Song Yi turned her head away: "If you’re not buying, then forget it. What’s the point of so many excuses."

"Cheapskate."

"Can buy." Tang Si chuckled: "With conditions."

"Ha..." Song Yi snorted: "You make it sound like without you, I can’t buy anything."

She turned to look at Tang Si: "I have money."

"Hmm." Tang Si nodded, his tone indifferent: "You do have money, but now the steering wheel is in my hands, if I don’t let you get out, how will you buy?"

"Order delivery when we get home."

Tang Si snorted, glanced sideways at Song Yi: "Then don’t expect to get out of bed."

"..." Damn!

Song Yi was furious.

This dog of a man was deliberately giving her a hard time, not an ounce of kindness.

Just like her father, everything he eats, he micromanages.

She gritted her teeth, forced a smile: "Tang Si, do you know what goes around comes around?"

"Hmm?" Tang Si responded casually.

"I’m going to start working out."

"So?" Tang Si raised his eyebrows: "Then what?"

"Make sure you can’t get out of bed." Song Yi said word by word: "Drain, dry."

Tang Si’s smile grew deeper, and with one hand on the steering wheel and the other reaching over to touch her tender white face, he let out a rogue whistle, his tone mischievous: "What luck, brother will wait."

Song Yi was touched, feeling like she had been solidly teased by a rogue,

Her cheeks seemed to carry the residual warmth of his hand, obviously being teased yet inexplicably a bit fluttery.

Tang Si deliberately teased, yet managed to charm her, her heart was all a flutter.

He had quite the charisma.

Song Yi stubbornly: "...show off for what."

One day, don’t let the tide turn in her favor.

Tang Si chuckled as if seeing through her thoughts: "What goes around does come around, but right now, it’s in my favor, and I need to make the most of it, or it’ll be a waste, don’t you think?"

Song Yi crossed her arms: "What are the conditions?"

Tonight, she’s just craving, wanting to eat, got so hungry she was drooling. She hadn’t eaten stuff like that in ages.

Not just fried dumplings, she wanted barbecue skewers too.

"Simple." Tang Si lazily gazed ahead, elongating his words: "Call me daddy."

"..." Song Yi: "What’s your kink? You’re a pervert, aren’t you?"

Tang Si glanced at Song Yi: "Gonna call?"

This act of submission, will she call?

In your dreams.

"I’m your daddy." Song Yi turned her face away: "Not gonna call."

"You better be careful, I’ll tell my dad."

Song Yi said with indignation, realizing their behavior was practically primary school level.

So childish.

Tang Si seemed to have anticipated Song Yi’s reaction, his smile unfazed, still curved: "Sweetie, when will you let me be the daddy?"

This sentence, spoken gently, seemed like a joke, yet had a double meaning.

Dual intent.

Song Yi’s heart started thumping, glancing at Tang Si, his face still wearing the same expression, nothing extra.

His smile seemed mischievously playful.

Song Yi hadn’t answered yet, and Tang Si chimed in again: "From where?"

Song Yi thought for a moment and mentioned a store name.

Then, they went to buy dumplings.

However, all the way back, Song Yi was still caught up and bothered by this matter.

It wasn’t until they returned home, both took a shower and prepared to sleep.

Tang Si held her as they slept, the scent of the man’s body was pleasant between breaths.

"Brother," Song Yi clung to his neck, giving him a little kiss, somewhat coquettishly, "Do you really want to be a dad?"

In that case, she could.

The girl in his arms was soft and adorable, Tang Si hugged her tighter, "Be good, we’ll consider it after marriage."

Song Yi pressed her lips together, her eyelashes gently trembling, she stopped speaking.

The curtains were tightly drawn, with only a dim light glowing in the room.

The night outside was endless, while inside the room it was warm and snug.

Song Yi’s breathing gradually evened out, on the verge of sleep.

It was at this moment when a vague, hazy voice echoed in her ear.

Very faint, very vague, low and quiet.

He said, "Song Yi, thank you for giving me a home."

He had already felt it.

Felt the sense of having parents, felt the warmth of a home.

It was enough.

Song Yi hugged Tang Si tightly like an octopus, "Love you."

...

Inside the bar.

The music was deafening, numbing people’s ears.

"Master Sheng, come on, it’s the weekend, it’s rare to come out, let’s drink! No rest until drunk."

As the woman walked in, she heard such a call from the table near the door.

Her gaze suddenly fell on a man sitting in the far corner of that table.

The man was slouched in the chair, lazy and nonchalant, exuding a devil-may-care arrogance.

Yet, his face showed no smile, with a certain wild arrogance that went deep to his bones.

He seemed to notice the woman’s gaze, lifting his eyebrows, their eyes met.

His eyes were narrow and slightly smiling, but his lips showed no curve.

The woman beside him, seemingly an escort, handed him a drink, "Master Sheng, drink."

The man lowered his eyes, pushed it away, "Annoyed, not drinking."

As he spoke, his gaze coldly lifted, withdrawing the amusement in his eyes.

Frightening the person into quickly withdrawing their fawning hand.

Well, Young Master Fu was in a bad mood, if you kept provoking him, he might just kick you.

His temper wasn’t good, others wouldn’t cross the line more than three times, but his tolerance was pitifully low, always wearing a stinky face like someone owed him millions.

"Fu Jingsheng, it’s rare for you Young Master Fu to come out, why aren’t you drinking?"

Fu Jingsheng lazily shifted to a new position, crossing his legs, noticing the woman at the door still hadn’t left.

She was quite good-looking, with a pair of charming eyes uniquely cold, possessing an unusual beauty, rather easy on the eyes.

He squinted and said, "Young Master has work tomorrow, can’t be late."

Lazily lighting a cigarette, holding it at the corner of his mouth, trying to ease his irritation.

"..." She pondered, this wild and arrogant one who looked like a young master, actually was punctual about not being late to work?

Rogue, literary pretender.

The woman chuckled lightly and turned away.

Her purpose was clear, heading straight to the suite upstairs.

Fu Jingsheng happened to see her disdainful and scornful look, obviously towards him, dismissing and belittling him.

He squinted again, his eyes dark and deep without end, taking a deep drag from his cigarette.

Laughing derisively in his heart, instantly finding her unattractive.

...

Fu Jingsheng: "There’s a bit of a problem."

"?" asked the friend, "What problem?"

Fu Jingsheng let out a light chuckle, lightly brushing off the dust on his clothes, took a deep drag of his cigarette, then fiercely extinguished it on the table, slowly exhaling a smoke ring, "I’m going to work now. Fang Chenyang, come with me."

After speaking, he headed towards the direction upstairs.

Fang Chenyang, who had been silent, in the corner all along, stood up to follow, without a word, like a cold wooden figure.

"Whoa damn?! What’s this all about? Working or not working? Master Sheng! Please don’t act rashly!"

Fu Jingsheng turned back, his lazy gaze suddenly focused, "Follow me again, and I’ll arrest you for obstruction of official duties."

A sharp, cool aura slowly spread, leaving people stunned.

"..." Alright, alright, you’re amazing, you win, you’re the boss.

That’s just how he was—devil-may-care young master, laid-back and unruly making people think they could befriend him, but in truth he’s quite indifferent, everything to him was fleeting, turning cold when his wishes were violated.

...

Inside the bar.

The music was deafening, numbing people’s ears.

"Master Sheng, come on, it’s the weekend, it’s rare to come out, let’s drink! No rest until drunk."

As the woman walked in, she heard such a call from the table near the door.

Her gaze suddenly fell on a man sitting in the far corner of that table.

The man was slouched in the chair, lazy and nonchalant, exuding a devil-may-care arrogance.

Yet, his face showed no smile, with a certain wild arrogance that went deep to his bones.

He seemed to notice the woman’s gaze, lifting his eyebrows, their eyes met.

His eyes were narrow and slightly smiling, but his lips showed no curve.

The woman beside him, seemingly an escort, handed him a drink, "Master Sheng, drink."

The man lowered his eyes, pushed it away, "Annoyed, not drinking."

As he spoke, his gaze coldly lifted, withdrawing the amusement in his eyes.

Frightening the person into quickly withdrawing their fawning hand.

Well, Young Master Fu was in a bad mood, if you kept provoking him, he might just kick you.

His temper wasn’t good, others wouldn’t cross the line more than three times, but his tolerance was pitifully low, always wearing a stinky face like someone owed him millions.

"Fu Jingsheng, it’s rare for you Young Master Fu to come out, why aren’t you drinking?"

Fu Jingsheng lazily shifted to a new position, crossing his legs, noticing the woman at the door still hadn’t left.

She was quite good-looking, with a pair of charming eyes uniquely cold, possessing an unusual beauty, rather easy on the eyes.

He squinted and said, "Young Master has work tomorrow, can’t be late."

Lazily lighting a cigarette, holding it at the corner of his mouth, trying to ease his irritation.

"..." She pondered, this wild and arrogant one who looked like a young master, actually was punctual about not being late to work?

Rogue, literary pretender.

The woman chuckled lightly and turned away.

Her purpose was clear, heading straight to the suite upstairs.

Fu Jingsheng happened to see her disdainful and scornful look, obviously towards him, dismissing and belittling him.

He squinted again, his eyes dark and deep without end, taking a deep drag from his cigarette.

Laughing derisively in his heart, instantly finding her unattractive.

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Fu Jingsheng: "There’s a bit of a problem."

"?" asked the friend, "What problem?"

Fu Jingsheng let out a light chuckle, lightly brushing off the dust on his clothes, took a deep drag of his cigarette, then fiercely extinguished it on the table, slowly exhaling a smoke ring, "I’m going to work now. Fang Chenyang, come with me."

After speaking, he headed towards the direction upstairs.

Fang Chenyang, who had been silent, in the corner all along, stood up to follow, without a word, like a cold wooden figure.

"Whoa damn?! What’s this all about? Working or not working? Master Sheng! Please don’t act rashly!"

Fu Jingsheng turned back, his lazy gaze suddenly focused, "Follow me again, and I’ll arrest you for obstruction of official duties."

A sharp, cool aura slowly spread, leaving people stunned.

"..." Alright, alright, you’re amazing, you win, you’re the boss.

That’s just how he was—devil-may-care young master, laid-back and unruly making people think they could befriend him, but in truth he’s quite indifferent, everything to him was fleeting, turning cold when his wishes were violated.