Free Web NovelChapter 530: Chapter 528: Putting a Ring on Her; What’s Yours Will Never Be Missing
Each hit was fierce and ruthless, without holding back at all.
The person had already been beaten so badly that his nose and mouth were bleeding.
Ningxia Chuan immediately went up to hold back Tang Si and pulled him out of the alley.
Once outside, Ningxia Chuan began to reprimand him, "Calm down! Do you think it’s appropriate for someone in your position to do this?!"
"You’re just taking advantage of the dim light in the alley; if someone files a complaint against you, what will you do then?"
Tang Si was usually a rational person, never acting impulsively, and always considering things thoroughly.
He tugged at his collar, calmly, and somewhat amusedly asked, "Appropriate?"
"I’m very calm right now," he said coldly, "I hit him pretty lightly."
Ningxia Chuan didn’t believe he was calm, and his tone was also somber, "Do you have a sense of proportion?"
"Proportion?" Tang Si looked at Ningxia Chuan, "Can you tell me what proportion is?"
"My woman was bullied by that bastard, and you want me to show proportion?"
"Don’t I have a sense of proportion? If it weren’t for this uniform, do you think he’d have a chance to walk out of here alive today?"
What is reason? What good is reason?
Moreover, his reason told him he had to give him a beating.
Ningxia Chuan fell silent suddenly.
As a boyfriend, Tang Si should act this way.
As a policeman, he shouldn’t.
All should be distinguished by language.
If that person insists on pressing charges, he admits it, there’s nothing wrong with admitting it.
He can bear the crime of hitting someone.
Even if acting in his capacity would cause more serious problems.
...
That night, Ningxia Chuan and Zhou Liang interrogated the person, not letting Tang Si participate.
Tang Si was indifferent to it, but Ningxia Chuan wanted to keep him away from the person to avoid unnecessary trouble.
In the end, the person confessed to just being paid to do the job and provided a phone number and account information. Upon checking, they were all virtual and couldn’t trace anyone.
This lead broke here.
The investigation continued, but without new leads, it could only halt, and they needed to try hard to uncover more new leads.
...
When Tang Si arrived at the hospital, Song Yi asked, "How’s that person?"
Tang Si recounted the course of events.
"Why didn’t you go for the interrogation?" Song Yi noticed the key point.
"Didn’t like him," Tang Si simply replied, "Didn’t want to interrogate him."
He agreed with Ningxia Chuan to not participate in the interrogation because he was afraid he couldn’t hold back from hitting him again.
Song Yi’s mouth opened slightly, looking at Tang Si, "Did you hit him?"
She was very smart and sensitive; such a thing wasn’t hard to guess from Tang Si’s perspective.
Tang Si picked up a water glass, took a sip, "If I didn’t kill him, that counts as me being very rational."
Song Yi: "..."
At this moment, she didn’t know what expression she should make.
Tang Si noticed her, smiled, and looked at his hand: "My hand still hurts from hitting him."
As he said this, he stretched his large hand in front of her, smiling, "Blow on it?"
Song Yi glanced at it and slapped his hand away, "Are you still human?"
He beat someone up and still acted pitiful in front of her.
Tang Si said casually, "Not particularly interested in being human."
...
That day, Song Yi was discharged from the hospital.
Tang Si came to pick her up by car.
Song Yi hadn’t informed Father Song or Mother Song about her hospitalization; no one knew.
As she followed Tang Si into the car, she noticed the roses in the back, bright red and vibrant, a large bouquet.
Her eyes lit up.
She went over to pick them up, smiling with crescent eyes, "Did you buy these for me?"
She loved wearing white clothes, and the vibrant red roses in her hands made her look even more stunning as if she were a rose—breathtaking at a glance but also thorny.
Tang Si slid one hand into his pocket, holding the car keys with the other, watched her reaction, smiled but didn’t answer, "Get in the car first."
Song Yi sat directly in the back.
"..." Tang Si: "Abandoning your brother for a bouquet of flowers?"
Song Yi: "Want to take a photo with the flowers."
"Me too," Tang Si said as he dragged her from the back seat to take a photo with her and then admired the photo on his phone.
He calmly sighed, "So beautiful."
It was only then that Song Yi realized the "flowers" he spoke of referred to her.
Tang Si wasn’t lacking in romantic cells at all; he was good at making people happy.
Life seemed full of surprises with him, and even without giving her anything materially, just chatting with him made her feel sweet.
An interesting soul is one in a million.
His good looks, too, are one in a million.
Song Yi: "If I’m a flower, you’re cow dung."
Tang Si: "Is there something in common with cow dung?"
Song Yi raised an eyebrow: "A flower stuck in cow dung."
Tang Si, having put away his phone and slipped a hand into his pocket, slowly replied, "That, I didn’t know."
He softly teased, his tone light and seductive, "Either way, the cow dung has touched the flower."
Song Yi: "!!!"
Is it that any topic can become risqué? How deft is this maneuver!
"I want to kiss the flower now." Tang Si bent down, and Song Yi immediately used the roses to block between them.
Tang Si’s face directly bumped into the roses; he looked up with eyes already smiling, radiating an enchanting charm from behind the roses.
Song Yi pushed the roses against his face again, "Here, kiss wherever you want."
"Then I’d better not," Tang Si said with a light smile, his eyes full of affection as he gazed at her, "This flower isn’t the same."
He seemed to be brewing something but wouldn’t speak up, and Song Yi didn’t notice Tang Si’s nervousness.
She was only engaged in bickering with Tang Si.
This was one of Tang Si’s charms, just being in a space with him ensured you’d be in a good mood at all times.
Song Yi returned to the original topic, "Did you really buy this?"
Tang Si looked at the roses, "Picked them up on the way here, do you believe that?"
Song Yi pushed the flowers back towards him, "Are you sick?"
Could she really believe they were picked up? Could they be so fresh from picking them up?
"Then, I also picked this up along the way." Tang Si took a small box from his pocket and, seriously focusing his gaze on her, "Do you want it?"
The box opened to reveal a ring lying inside.
The ring was particularly exquisite and pretty, appearing custom-made.
Song Yi froze, her mind blank at that moment, unsure of how she should react.
She just stared at Tang Si blankly.
Tang Si saw her freeze, he subtly tightened his grip on the box: "It’s not a grand occasion. Initially, I planned to arrange something, but I thought you might not like that kind of extravagant affair."
His tone was slow and calm yet couldn’t hide his nervousness: "It’s not a wedding due to pregnancy; I’ve been planning for a long time, but now I feel...I can’t wait any longer."
"So..." Tang Si looked at Song Yi, slowly kneeling down on one knee in front of her: "Would you? Spend the rest of your life with me."
Song Yi lowered her gaze and looked at him.
She didn’t know what words to use to describe this moment’s emotions, but she was very shocked.
Her heart was beating wildly.
Kneeling before her, in a low posture, yet at this moment, she felt she had a home, enveloped in a tender and safe embrace.
It was in the underground garage where there was no one else, just the two of them.
She remained silent, and Tang Si thought perhaps it was too sudden, she needed time to consider.
"It’s okay." Tang Si said: "No rush. You don’t have to answer now, you can tell me later..."
"Are you silly?" Song Yi suddenly spoke up, reaching her hand out before him: "Put it on."
...
Song Yi could never refuse him; it was inevitable.
However, Tang Si would get nervous over such matters, just like when he confessed to her before.
His heart raced, he was nervous, and broke out in cold sweat.
No matter how excellent he was in his own field, or how confident he was, in pursuing and proposing to a girl, he was no different from other men.
Song Yi watched his slender hands trembling, feeling a slight ache in her nose for some reason.
It seemed they had been together for many years, and at this moment, finally had their happy ending.
Song Yi watched as his hand placed the ring on her finger and spoke slowly: "Tang Si, will you love me forever?"
"Talking about lifetimes or tens of thousands of years isn’t very practical." He said: "However long life is, that’s how long I’ll love you."
"I’ve put the ring on you." Tang Si held her waist and kissed her forehead: "Everything that’s yours, you won’t miss anything."
Marriage certificates, weddings, the future, it’ll all happen.
...
On her way home, Song Yi felt delighted, staring at the ring on her hand.
Tang Si turned to glance at her and suddenly said: "Miss Song, tell me when you’re in a good mood one day, so I can trick you into going to the civil affairs bureau."
"I’m actually happy every day." Song Yi looked at him: "But you have to pass through my parents first, you need to tell them you wish to marry me. When they agree, then we can go get the certificate."
Tang Si laughed: "Alright."
Father Song and Mother Song still didn’t know about this, though they certainly wouldn’t object.
As long as everything proceeds normally, they won’t object, but—
Song Yi is pregnant, which makes it a bit risky.
He needs to prepare himself for being punched by his father-in-law.
Even knowing they are not Song Yi’s biological parents, they surely treat her as their own child.
...
That night, Song Yi slept quite peacefully.
Tang Si asked Song Yi to report to him on her whereabouts in daily life; she couldn’t run around alone, for the person behind everything hadn’t been caught yet, meaning she could be in danger.
Such matters necessitate constant vigilance.
It was already after one o’clock in the evening when Tang Si finished processing his work emails.
In fact, working late was rather normal for Tang Si, even working overnight was quite usual.
But there wasn’t any major case at present, so he stayed up less.
During work, he repeatedly walked from the bedroom to the study to check on Song Yi, then returned to work.
He eventually brought his laptop to the bedroom to work.
Just to watch her sleep.
Before Song Yi became pregnant, Tang Si cherished her like a treasure; she was inherently delicate, and Tang Si naturally held her dear.
But at least he wouldn’t want to keep such a close watch on her like now.
Once Song Yi was pregnant, Tang Si felt she was even more fragile, worried something would happen to her.
His gaze frequently fell upon her.
Afraid Tang Si would move too much during sleep, Song Yi wouldn’t let him sleep with her anymore, they had discussed this before bedtime.
But Tang Si was uneasy, so he simply laid a mat by the bed.
His mood was somewhat depressed; before pregnancy, he could hold and cuddle, but after, he couldn’t even touch her.
She was his precious one; he wanted to sleep holding her, but it wasn’t possible.
Tang Si looked at her sleeping face beside the bed and couldn’t help but smiled.
"You sleep soundly." Tang Si said: "Don’t care about how aggrieved your brother is."
As he spoke, his hand reached out to touch her face, checking if her temperature was normal.
He reached out again to feel her feet, Tang Si frowned, they were cold.
It’s already early winter.
The weather turned cold.
Supposedly, girls’ blankets never warm up in winter, so he got up to grab a hot water bottle, placing it beside her feet to keep her warm.
Originally, that should suffice for sleep, but Tang Si continued looking at her sleeping face.
No matter how he looked, he felt deeply fond, his gaze tender, and his smile gentle.
Saw her and couldn’t help but chuckle.
Finally, unable to resist, he took out his phone to photograph her, even turned the lens to capture both him and her as she slept.
Tang Si never felt he loved taking pictures so much.
It felt like this avatar would last a lifetime as he captured every moment now.
In the end, he even set the photo as his wallpaper, desktop.
He initially planned to post something on social media to use the photo as his background and profile picture.
Ultimately, he didn’t post or use it.
Due to his identity, it was better not to do so.
It was just their hands, fingers intertwined, taken under dim light, really capturing the essence.
Then he set this photo as his social media background.
After all that, Tang Si still touched her feet, confirmed they were somewhat warming up.
But the hot water bottle eventually cools down.
Tang Si pressed his lips together, planning to wake up at midnight to replace it for her.
Thus he lay down to sleep on the mat he made by the bed.
But he kept tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Tang Si found sleeping without cuddling Song Yi had somehow become a habit.
With her right in front, yet unable to hold her, he indeed couldn’t sleep.
Unknowingly, from some point, no matter how late he worked or came back, Song Yi was always at home, asleep or awake.
When he came home, she was there.
It was peace, a sense of belonging.
Tang Si tossed and turned, pondered, and finally decided to stealthily climb into bed.
Sleeping while holding Song Yi.
Though snuggled together to sleep, he remained busy the entire night.
Didn’t really fall deeply to sleep, constantly aware of her health.
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