Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 515: Chapter 513: "What? Did You Miss Me?

But in the end, Father Song and Mother Song were persuaded to leave.

Song Yi stayed behind with Tang Si.

The two sat in the hospital corridor, Tang Si turned his head to look at her. She leaned on his shoulder, saying nothing.

Her mood was quite low.

He reached out and gently brushed away the hair covering half of her face, his tone calm, "I’ll get a room at the hotel next to the hospital for you, so you can rest for a bit."

Song Yi leaned against Tang Si, shook her head, and held onto him tighter, "I don’t want to go."

At this moment, she felt nothing was real except Tang Si. She didn’t want to leave his side for even a moment.

Gaps in memory, unknown pain, her own identity, Song Nuan’s accident, each made Song Yi uncomfortable.

Her parents were not her biological ones, but she had lived with them for so many years. Who were her real parents? What secrets were hidden behind this?

All these questions crashed into Song Yi overnight.

Tang Si sighed slightly, his large hand gently stroking the back of her head, giving her a strong sense of security.

"Be good," he said softly, "If you don’t rest, what if you exhaust yourself? Some things, even if you dwell on them, you won’t find the answers. Things will work out in time."

"Besides, no matter what happens, I’ll be with you."

He lowered his head, moving closer to Song Yi, "Why not take a nap? Hmm?"

Song Yi looked very tired, her mental state was poor, and her face was pale.

The man’s voice was gentle, almost coaxing.

"I’m scared now," Song Yi leaned against Tang Si, "I feel like everything is fake, like everyone is lying to me."

She was somewhat losing her grip on reality.

Tang Si: "They’re not your biological parents, there might be a reason they’re hiding it. Wait until Song Nuan gets better, then ask."

"Blood may not bind, but feelings are real."

After being with them for so long, they were essentially her family.

"Hmm." Song Yi responded softly.

Her mind was a chaos, staring at the floor, unsure of what to say; she just didn’t want to leave.

Her thoughts were muddled with how to explain her situation to Tang Si.

The future held too many uncertainties, along with those targeting her, and her own set of skills.

She had known for some time that these didn’t come without a reason.

But what exactly... what were they keeping from her? What unspeakable secrets were there?

Seeing Song Yi in such a state, Tang Si felt bad too.

He lightly pressed his lips together, "Then I’ll go with you. Once you fall asleep, I’ll come back to the hospital. Call me when you wake up."

Song Yi listened, but still felt reluctant.

Tang Si gently sighed, "Don’t worry your brother, be obedient."

"In this state, you can’t go on."

Eventually, Tang Si persuaded Song Yi to go to the hotel beside the hospital.

Tang Si arranged for a good nurse to keep an eye on her.

He led Song Yi all the way to the room he had booked.

The room was large, with a big bed.

Tang Si: "Want to take a bath? I’ll run the hot water for you. Or not?"

Song Yi shook her head, "Just freshen up a bit."

She didn’t like bathing in places like hotels; it didn’t feel safe.

If she could avoid it, she wouldn’t bathe.

That night, Tang Si stayed in the hotel with Song Yi for a long time.

It took one or two hours before Song Yi finally fell asleep.

He sat on the bed, gently touching her face, and tucked the covers around her tightly.

Watching her sleep, the man sighed softly, "You always seemed so strong, still just a little girl..."

Song Yi’s usual demeanor was overly strong and assertive; she seemed invincible, with a good attitude, seeming unbreakable.

Even though her frame was petite, seemingly fragile, extremely graceful, her personality didn’t match her appearance.

Everything was merely her façade to the outside world. When that façade was removed, she was a girl who needed care and protection.

In Tang Si’s eyes, Song Yi was really young, only 22. Some at 22 were still studying.

But Song Yi at 22 had reached a pinnacle that most wouldn’t; so strong that her age was easily overlooked.

After making sure Song Yi was well covered, he stood up.

Taking out his phone, he sent a message to a certain account: [Help me investigate something.]

On his phone, there were other messages.

From the team.

...

By now it was two or three in the morning. Tang Si moved from the room to call the team.

Over there, Zhou Liang reported the situation. Wen Mu had been confirmed dead, but the sniper hadn’t been found, and the incident was still under investigation.

Tang Si: "The opposite side planned it for sure, can’t be traced. Get some rest early."

His voice was hoarse and tired.

"Where are you?" Zhou Liang noticed something and asked.

Calling this late must mean something was wrong.

Usually, when Tang Si spoke, his tone was always relaxed, regardless of timing.

But today, it seemed heavy and fatigued.

Tang Si: "Why? Haven’t seen me for a while and now you miss me?"

Zhou Liang: "... Boss, I’m worried about you. You already have a girlfriend, could you stop teasing me?"

"Understand how it feels for us single folks still working overtime."

"Alright, call me if you need anything. I can’t leave right now. If I’m absolutely needed, call me."

After speaking, Tang Si didn’t wait for Zhou Liang to answer and hung up.

Standing there, he felt dizzy, his vision blurred for a moment.

Tang Si leaned against the wall with one hand, taking a deep breath, trying to adjust.

"Cough, cough, cough—" Suddenly, a harsh coughing fit overtook him.

Tang Si frowned, covering his mouth with his hand, coughing harshly again.

His complexion quickly turned sour.

Under the light, he opened his palm.

Coughing blood.

The taste of blood lingered in his throat.

The man furrowed his brows tightly, going to the public restroom to clean his hands and mouth.

His lungs felt pressed, uncomfortable, and breathing was difficult.

He leaned on the sink, the face in the mirror pale, his lips lacking color.

Normally steady breathing was disrupted, overwhelmed by an inescapable emotion, gripping his heart and lungs, stifled and hard to bear.

Tang Si turned on the faucet, splashed cold water on his face, took a deep breath, and shut the water off.

Turning around, he headed to the hospital.

...

The next day, Father Song and Mother Song arrived early to let Tang Si rest.

They came very early, at six in the morning.

Song Yi was still sleeping. Tang Si returned to the hotel and saw she was still asleep.

Tang Si lay beside her, holding her, and closed his eyes to sleep.

He was very tired.

...

When Song Yi opened her eyes, she saw Tang Si holding her.

It was eight o’clock in the morning, and Tang Si had just fallen asleep for a little over an hour.

Song Yi moved slightly, trying to get up.

Just that slight movement, and Tang Si opened his eyes, his voice hoarse: "Awake?"

Propping himself up on his arms, his hair somewhat messy: "Hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Song Yi rubbed her temples, "Song Nuan..."

"Everything is normal now, nothing happened. Don’t worry, Uncle and Auntie are at the hospital."

"Hmm." Song Yi noticed Tang Si’s condition: "Did you just go to sleep? Get some more rest."

Usually, no matter what happens, seeing Tang Si, he would never look like this.

He would appear high-spirited, with a calm face, or even smiling.

But now, it was a sort of morbid appearance.

There had been past incidents more serious than this, yet he never looked like this.

"Tang Si."

"Hmm?"

Song Yi crawled from the bed to him, cupping his face in her hands: "Are you sick?"

"Maybe a cold." Tang Si took Song Yi’s hand away, a hint of a smile on his lips: "I’ll take some medicine later and it’ll be fine."

Even his voice didn’t sound right.

"You should sleep a bit more, I’ll go take a look at the hospital." Song Yi said.

What he needed most right now might be rest.

Tang Si lifted his wrist, glanced at the time, got out of bed, and began arranging his clothes: "No, I’ll go to the hospital with you, then back to the team."

Song Yi knew about Wen Mu’s death.

She patted her own head: "You head back first, no need to go to the hospital with me, you should handle that matter. I shouldn’t have kept you at the hospital yesterday."

She inexplicably listened to him and went to rest at the hotel.

Which now left him having to go back to the team and handle it after pulling an all-nighter.

Tang Si listened to Song Yi’s words and gave a soft laugh: "Let’s go, let’s grab some breakfast."

He walked up to Song Yi and pinched her face: "When you find a boyfriend, you should learn to boss them around, stop hiding them."

"Why do I always have to take the initiative?"

"Hope next time you’ll learn to take the initiative to boss me around."

The man spoke lightly, with a smile, yet every hoarse word struck Song Yi’s heart, her very soul seemed to tremble.

Her heart clenched painfully, tearing at her.

At this moment, her entire being seemed to be stained by the fatigue in his words, shrouded in the obscure emotions he wished to hide.

Song Yi hooked her arm around Tang Si and on tiptoe embraced him: "Hope you’ll learn to find solace yourself."

"A man can also say he’s tired, can stop and rest, no one will laugh at you." The woman’s voice was gentle and warm like the sun: "If anyone laughs at you, I’ll deal with them."

"You’ll deal with me?" Tang Si replied with a smile.

"Would you laugh at yourself?"

"Yes." Tang Si answered softly.

Song Yi paused slightly.

"The shackles you place on yourself are too heavy." Song Yi tightly hugged him: "Don’t exhaust yourself so much."

"Who’s comforting who?" Tang Si gently pushed Song Yi away: "Your brother just stayed up a night, hasn’t slept in several days, how can I be tired?"

"Let’s go get breakfast."

The topic was shifted by Tang Si just like that.

...

Song Nuan’s condition was improving.

Tang Si went to the team to handle Wen Mu’s matter; they had bullet heads found on Wen Mu.

"This is from the T Organization." Tang Si recognized it.

"The people from the T Organization wanted to kill Wen Mu."

From the last time on the cruise, Tang Si could recognize their bullets; they were custom-made.

"Yes, this matter cannot be traced; it has to be suppressed. Focus the investigation on the T Organization."

This was a small meeting regarding the case.

Zhou Liang sat in his seat, looking at Tang Si: "Boss, your mental state really isn’t right."

"Are you sick?"

Ningxia Chuan raised his head at this point, his gaze fixed on Tang Si.

Tang Si stood up from his seat: "Just a slight cold."

"For now, follow Xiachuan’s arrangements, inform me if there are any significant developments."

...

The meeting ended, and Zhou Liang was somewhat afraid of Tang Si and dared not ask more questions.

Tang Si wanted to drive away when suddenly a figure appeared ahead.

He slammed the brakes.

Rolling down the window to look out, he said, "Don’t get yourself killed and then blame me."

Ningxia Chuan ignored Tang Si’s words.

He walked over with big strides.

"What’s wrong with you?" Ningxia Chuan’s face showed no emotion, icily: "It’s your body; go see a doctor."

Tang Si rested his elbow on the window: "I’m going to the hospital right now."

"I’m not joking with you." Ningxia Chuan: "Your face looks rather gloomy now."

A thick sense of oppression exuded from him, inside out.

He might have been able to cover it with a smile in the past, but the change in his complexion was something Tang Si couldn’t control.

This was already a physiological response. It was uncontrollable.

He chuckled slightly at Ningxia Chuan’s words: "People are naturally down, maybe getting old, can’t hide it and it just comes out."

Ningxia Chuan knew Tang Si well, knowing that nothing would help by talking to him; no one could stop him from doing what he wanted.

"Take good care of yourself; without your health, you can’t do anything you want to do." Ningxia Chuan looked at Tang Si: "Go back and rest well; I don’t want to hear about your death."

"Heh." Tang Si let out a faint sneer, "I’ve got a long life ahead."

...

When Song Yi arrived at the hospital, her parents were by Song Nuan’s side.

Song Nuan had been moved from the ICU to the ward, but she hadn’t woken up yet. The doctor said she might wake tonight or perhaps tomorrow.

There was no longer any danger to her life.

Fortunately, she wasn’t burned; the fire in the lab hadn’t spread, though her hand was scorched, and the scars would heal.

"When can we talk?" Song Yi looked at her parents.

Father Song pursed his lips: "Let’s talk outside."

...

Outside, they were in a private room at a cafe.

Song Yi was silent, not speaking. But they knew what she wanted to know.

She had the right to know what her own background was.

Father Song struggled for a while before finally sighing: "Originally, we intended to keep this from you for life, but we didn’t expect it to be revealed this way."

"Your mother and I have always treated you as our own daughter, and you know this." Father Song spoke gravely: "Not telling you was to protect you, to keep you from being found by those people and dragged into those events."

"What events?" Song Yi frowned: "Don’t think of not telling me, or making up stories to deceive me, you know by my nature, I would investigate."

"Your biological father was my brother. He was a police officer, your mother too. Because of their identities and the case they were involved in, you ended up being targeted."

"We don’t know the specifics of that case; it was confidential." Father Song added: "But—they both died during that investigation."

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