Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 527: Chapter 525: Call Me Baby, Call Me Wife

Song Yi’s hand holding the phone was trembling.

This move, truly bold beyond compare.

She couldn’t figure out how this person managed to convince her artist to leave.

Probably used some kind of trick again, Tang Si is very sly; for him, fooling someone is a simple task.

She slightly closed her eyes and took a deep breath, at this point...

Opening her eyes again, Song Yi took out her phone and opened the WeChat chat box.

Little Fairy: [Get a pentakill, and I’ll say you’re the coolest. Please start your performance.]

When this message came, Tang Si naturally opened it to read.

Tang Si replied: [You have to say Brother is the coolest.]

[!!! It’s really my Sister Yi! This chat is too flirty and sweet!]

[Is the one on the field Sister Yi’s boyfriend then?]

[Remember the previous Weibo? Sister Yi seemed to have posted about a cop being slandered. She specially spoke out on Weibo.]

[Could it be...]

[I remember! And Sister Yi posted photos of his hand and Adam’s apple on Weibo! Truly handsome!]

[Watching a game stream and feeding on dog food.]

The comments were flying, all discussing.

On Tang Si’s side, one pentakill after another.

But Song Yi never called out Brother is the coolest.

Comments: [???]

[Sister Yi, shout till his legs go soft.]

[I bet when Sister Yi whispers "brother," it’s super sweet, right?]

[It’s happiness we can’t experience.]

[Where’s Sister Yi? Why isn’t she coming out?]

Tang Si was in the game, took out the final player, ending the match with victory.

Since it’s a best of three, there will be another match.

Comments still anticipated Song Yi’s "brother."

Tang Si removed the headphones and turned on the stream’s voice chat. His smooth and magnetic voice transmitted through everyone’s phone: "Don’t rush her, she might be shy and just wants to whisper to me alone privately."

"In front of me, she’s not shy."

[That voice! I’m dead! So smooth!]

[Waaa, satisfying my voice fetish, this is so absolute.]

[I absolutely love this lazy and magnetic tone, so flirty!]

[Wow, tonight I have material for my dreams.]

Song Yi: "..."

Tang Si, this dog of a man!

Anything involving others, he doesn’t do a thing.

She didn’t expect him to keep scoring so many times.

He’s literally a walking head hunter.

Getting a pentakill isn’t easy because people need to gather, and in this game, players are usually scattered. Gathering all five together is rare.

Song Yi went directly into the stream and sent a huge gift.

Paired with the words Brother is the coolest.

[Rich lady!]

[The way rich people show love is truly plain and simple.]

Tang Si looked at the screen full of gifts, smiled, turned his chair around, and with a smile in his eyes, looked to the back at Song Yi.

His voice slowly: "Thanks for the gift, sister. Brother really likes it."

[The dog food is unlimited today!]

[Am I the only one who thinks he’s jealous because Sister Yi said someone else was cool during the previous stream and suddenly changed to this one?]

[Hahaha, me too. I think he came to assert his dominance. This move, I absolutely love it.]

...

On the other side, they struggled with the game.

One person practically turned their whole scene into chaos.

The boss repeatedly scolded the professional players.

Song Yi here also took a break to reorganize.

Song Yi didn’t go to Tang Si first.

Instead, she went to inquire the artist who was playing the game earlier on the field.

He looked bewildered: "Huh? But he said it was you who wanted to swap."

Song Yi was speechless: "...Wouldn’t you verify with me first by asking?"

"I thought no one at the scene would have the audacity."

"President Song, don’t be angry. I was the one who tricked him." At this moment, a man’s slightly amused voice came from the doorway.

Song Yi looked up and saw Tang Si leaning against the doorframe. His posture was superb, and his physical proportions were excellent. Just standing there was a sight that drew one’s gaze.

Spirited yet carefree, with a hint of rogue charm between his brows.

Just a glance could still make one’s heart skip a beat.

This was a lounge.

Song Yi said to the artist: "You can leave now."

After the artist left.

Tang Si put his hands in his pockets, walked inside, and casually closed the door behind him.

Song Yi was sitting in her seat, her fox-like eyes watching Tang Si approach.

"Didn’t you say you were going to work?"

Tang Si walked up to her, propped his hands on the table in front of her, bending slightly to look at her: "I was working, and you were out there saying someone was handsome?"

He understood Song Yi’s job characteristics, encountering handsome and attractive men was unavoidable.

But this time was different; she took Fu Jingsheng to play without him.

He felt unbalanced inside.

Song Yi crossed her arms, leaned back in the chair, with a cold charm curved lips: "So is it my fault or yours?"

He came over without even giving her a heads-up.

There was no prior notice that she had to specifically inform him what work she was going to do.

This man’s jealousy was unexpectedly strong.

She wanted to see what kind of excuse he would come up with.

Song Yi was quite pleased that Tang Si came over, but expressed herself in a way that didn’t seem too esteeming.

Seeing his jealous appearance was quite amusing.

Tang Si’s posture remained unchanged, still bracing himself on the desk.

Song Yi’s gaze involuntarily went to his forearm. His sleeves were slightly rolled up, that toned and well-proportioned forearm seemed like it was especially presented for her.

The man’s hands were indeed beautiful, with mildly raised veins giving off a particularly sexy and enticing vibe.

Song Yi slightly swallowed her saliva and shifted her gaze away.

Just looking at his hands could be tempting, truly a male enchantress without a doubt.

All these subtle changes in Song Yi did not escape Tang Si’s attention. A fleeting smile crossed his lips quietly: "Sister sure is fierce."

"I’m a bit scared to speak now."

While Tang Si was speaking, Song Yi’s gaze couldn’t help but dart to his hands.

Whenever she didn’t see Tang Si, she missed him dearly; when he came, she wanted to thoroughly indulge her eyes. After all, he’s pleasing to the eye, and in this lifetime, she’s truly fallen for Tang Si.

Yet, while she looked, the man drew his hand back.

Tang Si leisurely pulled down his sleeve, shielding his hand.

With a wicked smile, he looked at Song Yi as if his eyes whispered, "Want to see? Come undress me yourself."

Song Yi: "..."

This is the look of being scared to speak?

This was him teasing her again.

Considering it was in the company and with so many people outside, Song Yi dared not be too presumptuous.

She didn’t speak, just quietly watched Tang Si.

Tang Si looked at Song Yi for two or three seconds: "I was wrong."

He walked around the table, went behind her, and gently massaged her shoulders: "Next time there’s something like this, you can also ask me. Your future husband is quite capable, isn’t he?"

His strength was just right, and the massage was very comfortable.

Song Yi squinted her eyes, enjoying the massage.

But, listening to Tang Si’s words, Song Yi opened her eyes again.

Capable?

Why does this word sound so improper coming out of Tang Si’s mouth?

Song Yi hummed softly: "You barely have time to have dinner with me, yet you have time to play games?"

Tang Si: "There’s nothing much today, right? Did I play well?"

He changed the topic, steering it in a different direction.

Song Yi didn’t realize it was a trap: "You did great, join the next round."

"Let them know there’s always someone better."

Not sure what he’s so arrogant about.

"Hmm." Tang Si continued slowly: "That wasn’t said out loud, it was typed."

"You have to say it to me." The man leaned down, whispering near her ear: "Sister."

The warm breath caressed her ear, spreading tingling sensations all over her body, making the atmosphere instantly become flirtatiously hot.

Song Yi slightly shrank her shoulders, trying to ease the tingling sensation.

She understood what Tang Si was implying.

"Do you really have to call me that here?" Song Yi negotiated: "Say it when we get home."

Once home, Song Yi, the little fox, would surely find various ways to avoid it.

How could Tang Si give her this chance?

"You mean to call you something else at home?" Tang Si’s voice carried a light hint of laughter: "If you don’t want your voice to match the intensity of my actions, be good now."

Song Yi: "..."

This time, she was truly caught by him.

Tang Si could handle her too well, and she constantly fell for his seduction! That’s the key! Clearly, she felt she should have a say in such matters.

No matter how determined she was beforehand, thinking she had strong self-control, she always got bewilderingly ensnared by him.

Song Yi realized what it meant to be dazed by lust!

Song Yi suddenly turned around, kneeling on the chair, leaning towards Tang Si.

Without saying a word, she kissed him.

Faced with this offering, Tang Si would surely not refuse.

His hands instinctively wrapped around Song Yi’s waist, taking the lead in kissing her.

Song Yi’s eyes were alluring and misty, her red lips luscious from the kiss, breaths intertwining.

When they parted, Tang Si was visibly reluctant.

If it weren’t for the unsuitable setting, they would have continued.

He barely suppressed his thoughts, controlling his actions, letting reason tell him not to proceed.

At this moment, the woman sweetly said: "Brother, you’re so handsome~"

Her voice was coquettish, breathy.

Her gaze was hazy and misty, like a layer of fog, vulnerable and lovable.

She stared at him directly.

With a hint of grievance, she deliberately licked her lips: "But I think you could be a bit gentler."

Saying this, she leaned in once more.

She was doing it on purpose; in such a scenario, Song Yi knew she could flirt without repercussions.

Tang Si’s eyes darkened.

His Adam’s apple slightly bobbed, feeling a bit dry.

He took a step back, pleading: "I was wrong, my dear ancestor."

His tone softened: "Your brother has to meet people outside later."

If truly aroused, how would he face anyone outside?

Song Yi: "Go play the last round."

She had limits too, wouldn’t actually act recklessly without consideration.

The flirting between couples, always kept in check.

Tang Si pursed his lips: "Should I wait for you outside after the game? Or will you continue to be busy?"

"Wait for me?" Song Yi glanced at Tang Si: "So you’re not going to work today?"

Tang Si raised his hand, pointing to the watch on his wrist: "We could have dinner together."

"Alright."

Song Yi suddenly said: "Have you considered being a trending police officer influencer or something?"

"Playing just one game, already gained a bunch of skill and voice fans."

"If you open an account, don’t show your face, live-stream gaming and chatting, you could earn more than your salary with gifts."

Tang Si listened, smiling thoughtfully, looking at Song Yi: "Voice fans? The kind where I say whatever they want to hear?"

He’s seen them online, voices that cater to fan requests, saying anything.

They’ve become the fantasy objects for many girls.

Song Yi: "Yes."

Tang Si: "Calling them baby, wife, and you’re okay with that?"

Song Yi: "..."

She stayed silent for a few seconds, truly not okay with it, imagining the scene, the immersion too strong, she felt immersed in a vinegar jar.

Before Song Yi could say anything, Tang Si spoke again: "Even if you’re okay, I’m not."

He inserted one hand into his pocket, pinched Song Yi’s face with the other: "Baby wife, you’re the only one, unique."

...

The last game ended with a victory, a beautiful win, a slap in the face.

The opposition didn’t dare act cocky anymore. At this moment, minimizing their presence was the best option.

After playing, Tang Si went outside to wait for Song Yi.

Song Yi needed to wrap up everything, assign some work tasks.

Once done, she prepared to head out and find Tang Si.

Just as she was about to reach the elevator doors.

A hand suddenly covered her mouth and nose, arms wrapped around her neck pulling her back.

The person was skilled in holding her down, with great strength, leaving no room for struggle.

A strange smell filled her nostrils, the more she struggled, the more everything turned dark—

...

Tang Si sat in the car reading news, quietly waiting for Song Yi.

"Ding—" The phone suddenly rang.

Song Yi had sent a message: [You go ahead and eat, I’m too busy.]

Tang Si frowned.

Thinking she had other work arrangements.

He called to see if she needed him to bring or send food.

But the call went through, once, twice, again, and again, no one answered—

Tang Si immediately pulled open the car door and went into the company, having a bad feeling.

Upon inquiry inside, everyone said Song Yi had left after explaining her tasks.

Tang Si immediately accessed the surveillance, finding it tampered with.

He contacted someone to search immediately.

As he was about to drive back to the team, an SUV passed by, his eyes fell on its window, seemingly someone inside was tapping the window.

Tang Si frowned, immediately calling the traffic police: "The black SUV, license plate Ning A5xxxx, heading toward West Road Interchange, please intercept it for me."

Then he turned around, got in the car, and followed the SUV closely.

Driving all the way, the SUV sped along, Tang Si closely tailing.

Suddenly, Tang Si slammed on the brakes—