Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 551: Chapter 549: "But I’m Afraid of Pain

"Ha..." Tang Si couldn’t help but laugh: "Little fox."

Intentionally provoking him.

But someone like him wearing a bright red... it would be too flashy.

After thinking it over, he decided against it.

Tang Si rubbed her head: "Being your elder isn’t too bad."

Song Yi: "...?"

When the two of them left, they were walking very slowly.

To accommodate Tang Si’s pace, as he had difficulty walking.

"I think what you said earlier was right, you do seem like an elder in this condition." Song Yi: "Even weaker than me, a pregnant woman."

Hard to understand, even in this state, he lasted so long last night.

She still felt a bit sore in her hands now.

Tang Si smiled silently.

The two quickly arrived at the Song Family.

Father Song hurried over to help Tang Si: "I asked Xiao Yi if you’re okay, if not, we could have come to your place to eat. I see you’re having some trouble walking, should have known better and come over instead."

Tang Si smiled and half-jokingly said: "A man’s health can’t be questioned, besides, I walked over, didn’t I."

He said: "It’s the New Year, we should pay respects to the elders."

Song Yi: "Why haven’t I seen Nuannuan?"

Song’s mother, peeling garlic and wearing an apron: "Last night, she seemed upset about something. She locked herself in the study to read. It took a lot to get her to come down for breakfast, and now she’s back upstairs reading."

Upon hearing her mom say this, Song Yi somewhat understood what was troubling her.

"I’ll go take a look." Song Yi said.

Song’s mother: "Go ahead, Nuannuan’s temper isn’t as good as yours."

She sounded a bit exasperated: "We used to think your temper was bad enough, didn’t expect this kid to grow up with an even worse one."

Song Yi was difficult to discipline but knew manners, while Song Nuan was always a good girl.

Song Yi chuckled: "Kids grow up eventually, and their thinking changes."

Song’s mother raised an eyebrow: "No wonder you’re about to become a mom, you speak with a lot of wisdom now."

Song Yi smiled softly.

After she went upstairs.

Tang Si was alone with them downstairs.

The Song Family’s old house, they also needed to visit in the evening for New Year’s greetings.

Song’s mother, holding Tang Si, looked at him; he was steady and capable, and said: "Let me peel the garlic."

Having a good son-in-law makes everyone delighted.

Song’s mother said: "I think with your health, the wedding might be a bit taxing, maybe you should postpone it?"

Tang Si pressed his lips: "I’m fine with anything. The wedding will be after the New Year anyway, I’ll be good to walk normally by then."

Song’s mother: "Weddings are tiring, I know from experience. Let me tell you, especially in your condition, with the drinking and standing all day, don’t let your body that you’ve worked hard to recover collapse again, that won’t do."

Tang Si chuckled as he listened, sitting on the stool, his long, strong fingers peeling garlic, speaking slowly: "It’s not that fragile."

"See what you decide. My health is fine, no need to consider it." Tang Si laughed: "Otherwise, what was my career for?"

He had a decent level of physical fitness.

"True."

"I think New Year is a good day, why don’t you both go get the marriage certificate, and we can have the wedding anytime."

Tang Si thought carefully: "I’d love to, but I should discuss it with Xiao Yi."

Song Yi’s opinion matters the most.

Song’s mother laughed: "Alright, alright, I’m just suggesting. You two can decide how to do it."

With new beginnings in the New Year and good things on the way, Father and Mother Song both looked radiant.

Father Song enjoyed chatting with Tang Si, delving into more academic topics.

And Tang Si was able to answer all of them.

Father Song: "Quite knowledgeable, huh."

Tang Si humbly: "Just some random reading."

Father Song didn’t think so, definitely more than just random reading.

His answers were precise, with different perspectives, showing another side of things.

Very detailed, even touching on things he hadn’t thought of.

Father Song grew more fond of Tang Si, enjoying conversations with him.

Song’s mother saw it and said: "Did Xiao Yi find you a son-in-law or a kindred spirit?"

"Is he more important than me?"

Tang Si pressed his lips.

Was his mother-in-law jealous of him?

He felt he should retreat from this battlefield, but couldn’t find a reason.

Had to sit there and say: "Just chatting, let me help you wash the vegetables."

Song’s mother: "With your health, you shouldn’t touch cold water. Old man, come over and wash the vegetables for me."

Tang Si touched his nose, for the first time feeling somewhat fragile.

In the past, facing both water and fire, even injured he stayed on the front line, it didn’t seem like anything.

Now suddenly in this state, it was indeed a bit uncomfortable.

Upstairs.

Song Yi found Song Nuan.

She was indeed reading, but her expression was not good.

Song Yi walked over and pulled a chair to sit by her side.

"Why so upset during the New Year? Not joining in downstairs?"

Song Nuan didn’t speak.

"Did someone make you mad?" Song Yi began probing: "If someone made you mad, I’ll go settle it, I’ll help you get revenge."

Song Nuan: "No."

Just felt a bit heavy-hearted.

Knew she shouldn’t think that way, yet felt that child was also pitiful, born without a father.

"Is it because you heard what your brother-in-law said yesterday?"

Song Nuan nodded reluctantly.

Song Yi: "Then can you tell me why this bothers you? Is it because you still think about Teacher Gu?"

"Do you actually hate him, or is it something else?"

Song Nuan thought for a moment: "No, no hatred or anything else."

"Just some resentment, I don’t like him, but I feel he’s somewhat pitiable." Song Nuan looked at Song Yi: "When he died, he told me to remember him for a lifetime, I feel like I’ve remembered him."

"Why did he do that, and he also left a child in this world? That child will grow up without a father, wouldn’t he be especially pitiful?"

Song Nuan said: "When the child grows up and knows his father was a cruel and evil person, would he be ostracized?"

She watched a lot of TV dramas where it happened like that.

Song Yi sighed: "I don’t think that’s something you should worry about. Everyone has their own life to live, you can’t control others’ lives."

"I know." Song Nuan lowered her gaze and tightened her grip on the book: "But, I just feel stifled."

Song Yi looked at her clenched hand: "Do you like Lu Yan?"

Hearing that name, Song Nuan lifted her head, a sparkle in her eyes: "I do."

"He was at the factory at that time. But if he knew you thought about that place like this, do you think it would hurt him?" Song Yi asked, "Do you think he might misunderstand and think you like Gu Nanjiu?"

Song Nuan: "But I don’t."

"I know you don’t, but your approach is wrong." Song Yi looked at her: "If I were Lu Yan, and I saw you upset over another man’s child, I would be jealous and angry."

Song Nuan’s eyelashes gently fluttered: "I really like him and want to bring him home. I’ve also considered what you mentioned, and indeed it has been worrying me."

"I don’t know how to balance..."

Song Yi: "Even though you have difficulties, you shouldn’t bring your negativity to the family. You know Dad and Mom are worried about you."

"If there is a problem, we should solve it and not leave hidden troubles. I think maybe you should discuss it with him, ask for his opinion?"

Song Nuan looked up: "Yeah."

"I should talk to him."

"He should understand me, right?"

Song Yi: "I’m not him, I don’t know."

"What I do know is that when you talk to him, you should pay attention to your words and tone. Someone like him is very sensitive. If you don’t talk to him, he will find the clues himself. It’s better for you to tell him directly."

"Makes sense." Song Nuan now felt that this was indeed what troubled her; he is an empathetic person who can’t bear to see others hurt.

Having too much empathy isn’t always a good thing either.

Too easily pitying others.

Song Yi patted her shoulder: "Today is the first day of the new year. Have you talked to him? Or maybe sent him a blessing?"

"I sent him a message." Song Nuan said: "I was worried about this matter all night yesterday, no matter how I think, I just can’t figure it out."

"In fact, I should live my life well." Song Nuan looked at Song Yi: "Sis, I envy you now, your career is perfect, family perfect. I think you’re very happy."

Song Yi smiled: "Yes, it is happiness."

But behind this happiness, there were too many twists and turns. If one step was wrong, today’s result wouldn’t exist.

"You will be happy too." Song Yi said lightly: "You talk to him, I’ll step out. After you finish, remember to come downstairs so Dad and Mom don’t worry."

"Okay."

...

After Song Yi left,

Song Nuan sent a message to Lu Yan, explaining the matter. Lu Yan didn’t respond, but called instead.

The first sentence: "Hey little one, happy new year."

Song Nuan heard his voice and laughed, leaning against the chair, her voice sweet: "Happy new year, Uncle."

"Did you see the message I sent you just now?"

Since his first words were happy new year and not about the message, Song Nuan thought he hadn’t seen the message and called.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yan said: "I saw it."

"I don’t know what to do."

Lu Yan was at the team, today was the first day of the new year, but he was on duty.

"There’s no choice about doing or not doing, do what you want. If you want to see that child, you can go see him."

Song Nuan: "You won’t be angry?"

The man’s voice was calm and collected: "If your heart is with me, I won’t be angry. If your heart isn’t with me, anger would be useless, wouldn’t it?"

His tone was flat, giving away no emotion.

Song Nuan felt a bit anxious, regretting discussing this with him.

But after thinking it through, she realized she had to tell him that they were dating, and he would notice eventually if she didn’t.

"Are you angry now?"

"Nuannuan." Lu Yan’s voice was low: "I won’t be angry with you, because that wouldn’t be right, and rationality can convince me, but I can’t control myself."

"What?"

Lu Yan’s voice sank deeper: "I get jealous."

Song Nuan bit her lower lip, eyes clouded.

"See, you have to make it up to me." Lu Yan: "You can see the child, but it’s a child of someone who likes you. I can’t stop my mind from wandering, but I trust you."

"So you’ve thrown this choice at me." Lu Yan: "It’s quite hard for me to choose too."

Song Nuan lowered her gaze, knowing where she went wrong: "I’m sorry, I made you upset on the first day of the year. But I truly don’t, I like you, Uncle."

A low laugh came from the other end of the line.

"So do you know how to make me not angry?" he asked.

Song Nuan’s eyelashes fluttered: "How?"

"Come over." Lu Yan said: "Have a baby with me."

The man’s voice was deep and alluring, even across the phone, from such a distance, Song Nuan’s face instantly turned red.

In the past, he seemed to look forward to this, but the more time passed and the more she learned, she became afraid, afraid with a touch of anticipation; it was said to be quite painful.

She felt her face was particularly hot, warmth rushing through her heart.

Song Nuan’s voice was soft and small: "But I still have to go to school."

Lu Yan suddenly gripped his phone tighter, his eyes darkened as his Adam’s apple moved.

She said... she’s going to school, not saying, she can’t.

Before Lu Yan could speak, Song Nuan continued: "Can we wait until I graduate from college for the baby?"

"I can do other things." Song Nuan said honestly: "But I’m afraid of pain."

She’s a bit clumsy.

But her words indeed had Lu Yan feeling a bit unbearable.

Previously he thought his self-control was okay.

But since this little girl came along, he realized, actually... it was not so okay.

For example, right now, he should go cool down in the snow.

Lu Yan didn’t speak for a long time, Song Nuan thought he was angry: "Are you still there? I’ll come over to find you."

Lu Yan: "..."

That line nearly killed him.

"I’m on duty, no need to come."

"It’s cold and snowy, nothing fun or tasty around, be good and stay home."

Song Nuan noticed Lu Yan’s voice had become hoarse.

Song Nuan asked: "What’s wrong? I think your voice sounds unwell, has changed. Did you catch a cold? I’ll bring you some medicine."

"Don’t come." The voice was even hoarser.

Song Nuan: "Why?"

She was worried: "A cold needs medicine or it will get worse, I’ll buy some medicine and come over, bring you some food too."

Lu Yan heard Song Nuan get up, the rustling sound like she was putting on a coat.

"Song Nuan." Lu Yan called her.

"Hmm?"

"If you come, I’ll take you."