Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 552: Chapter 550: Didn’t Know Your Brother Can’t Resist You?

Song Nuan was well aware that it seemed like a threat.

But...

Could it really threaten her?

She thought the act was rather silly.

Song Nuan: "You won’t."

She dressed up and said softly, "If you could, you would have done it when I tried to seduce you earlier. Why wait until now? Besides, when I came over, you were still on duty."

She felt like she was the mood killer.

Lu Yan laughed on the other end, but it was unclear what he was laughing at, as his laughter’s intention wasn’t obvious. Anyway, he said,

"It seems I was a bit too gentle with you before?"

His words carried a hint of amusement, gentle and tender.

Song Nuan couldn’t discern much and simply said, "I think you might misunderstand yourself a bit."

"I never found you gentle. Usually, you remind me of my dad," Song Nuan said, "Always telling me to eat more or wear more clothes. Winter is here, and you keep insisting I wear long johns."

"Nagging all the time."

Lu Yan: "..."

He listened on the phone while the girl on the other end went on a rant: "Aren’t I doing this for you? Who else am I doing it for?"

"Not caring about your own body." Lu Yan: "Needs discipline."

"Oh." Song Nuan went downstairs with no expression: "And you? You catch a cold while on duty during winter and don’t eat. Aren’t you setting a bad example?"

"At least be a good role model for me." Song Nuan raised an eyebrow: "The ’dad type’ boyfriend I found."

When she went downstairs, they were all downstairs.

"I’m going out for a bit," Song Nuan greeted them.

Having said that, she ran out.

Mother Song: "Are you coming back for dinner? Where are you going on the first day of the new year?"

Song Nuan waved: "Probably not coming back, dad, mom, sister, brother-in-law, Happy New Year~"

The voice grew distant.

Mother Song: "This child! Out to have fun again."

Song Yizai raised an eyebrow: "Does Nuannuan often go out?"

Mother Song: "Yeah, she goes out a lot, sometimes not coming back until midnight. Asking her what she’s doing, she doesn’t say."

If it weren’t for knowing that this little girl had good grades and focused on her studies, they might suspect she was doing something bad outside.

"Hmm..." Song Yizai pursed her lips; she wasn’t a sister who tattles: "It’s okay, young girls grow up and have their own world and friends. Going to celebrate with friends is quite normal."

Lu Yan probably spent New Year’s alone, letting Song Nuan go over was fine.

Tang Si also sat nearby, pretending to know nothing, holding chess pieces and playing with Father Song again.

Actually, it was pretty easy to guess when a child often didn’t come home and returned late at night.

Probably had an early romance.

After finishing a game of chess, Song Yizai went upstairs to find clothes, as she needed to go back to the Song Family’s old house for dinner.

So she had to dress a bit mature and steady.

Song Yizai pulled Tang Si: "Come up, there are some clothes I can’t reach."

Father Song was not pleased: "Finally, a chance to play chess with me, and you’re hogging your husband all the time."

"Yes." Song Yizai smiled sweetly: "He’s my husband, why are you always pulling him? He’s not your husband."

"Cough..." Tang Si cleared his throat softly: "I’ll go up with her to take a look and come back down to accompany you for chess later."

Although his words said that, his expression sold him out.

He feared nothing, but when playing chess with his father-in-law, his heart still felt a bit anxious.

His lips curled into a faint smile, clearly amused by their conversation.

Father Song: "You always wear him out; he has trouble walking, and you make him go upstairs."

"It’s okay." Tang Si said: "I should walk more and exercise to help my recovery."

...

Upstairs in the dressing room.

Even though Song Yizai didn’t live at home, she had some of her older clothes stored here.

After coming up, she sat in a chair with a magazine, not mentioning looking for clothes.

Tang Si pulled a chair and sat beside her, moving extremely slowly.

Song Yizai gave him a hand.

"Didn’t you say you came up to look for clothes to change? Now just sitting here?" Tang Si sat down slowly, his tone lazy and slightly mischievous: "Just stirring up your husband?"

"I thought you seemed a bit pressured downstairs, so I called you up to take a break." Song Yizai rested her chin on her hand, "And you take my kindness as donkey’s liver?"

Tang Si chuckled softly: "I can’t just hide from them, we’re all family."

"Being nervous in front of elders is normal for the younger generation."

Song Yizai: "I thought you were all-powerful, never nervous."

Tang Si laughed again, instinctively reaching to rub the back of her head, his touch affectionate: "Seems like you think too highly of me; I’m just a person too."

People have all kinds of emotions.

It’s a matter of expressing them or not expressing them.

And in front of whom.

In the past, he could fear no one.

But now, there are still many things to be cautious and wary about. The younger generation should have the stance of one.

Song Yizai snuggled into his hand: "I don’t think too highly of you; you’re my god."

"Heh." Tang Si laughed, without saying anything further.

This was something he knew, needing no proof, requiring no proof.

She’s always running toward him.

"My little believer, for the sake of your husband going downstairs to explain to the in-laws, why not change clothes now."

Song Yizai: "No rush, I know where my clothes are. I’ll change before going down. They’re still cooking downstairs, let’s stay a while longer."

She leaned on Tang Si’s shoulder: "I just want to spend more time with you."

She was always quite clingy, Tang Si knew, and loved to act spoiled.

But they hadn’t had much time together before, more time apart than together.

She was quite understanding.

"Alright." Tang Si: "Even for a lifetime."

"Just now, our mom discussed something with me."

"What was it?"

Tang Si clutched Song Yizai’s hand: "Our mom said there’s no rush for the wedding, but we should get our marriage certificate."

He smiled gently, his tone warm: "When should we put it on the agenda to make it official?"

"Mhm." Song Yizai nodded: "Then tomorrow."

"We’ve got a baby on the way, better get the marriage certificate early so it’s easier to register when the baby’s born."

Tang Si: "Agreed so easily?"

"I think we’ve already been intense enough." Song Yizai extended her hand with the engagement ring Tang Si gave her and stared at it: "And you’ve already proposed."

"We don’t need so many formalities." Song Yizai: "Because our passionate journey was more profound than any formalities."

"Mhm." Tang Si lowered his head, lifted her chin, and kissed her lips: "Meeting you is my blessing."

A lifelong blessing.

Song Yizai laughed slightly, gently pushing Tang Si: "My lipstick isn’t the non-transfer type, your kiss took it all."

"What if they go downstairs and suspect we were up to no good?"

Tang Si was indifferent: "Doesn’t matter. They’ve got a grandchild coming, they know exactly what we were up to."

"Shameless, old rogue."

Tang Si: "Is that so? I think I’ve toned down quite a bit compared to before, I’m quite steady now."

He self-reflected.

Song Yizai thought about it; he did seem to have toned down a bit.

But: "That’s because you’re injured now, can’t be wild."

She held Tang Si’s handsome face, stared close, and suddenly bit his chin, her voice low: "Tang Si, this close proximity makes me want to eat you up."

This man carried an intoxicating scent, a captivating allure.

The closer she got, the more she wanted to nestle against him, even if already in his arms, she wanted to burrow closer.

Such affection was never enough.

Tang Si chuckled deep: "My good girl, calling brother upstairs just to tease him?"

He grasped her small hand: "What’s this hand doing on my stomach?"

Song Yizai’s fox-like eyes curved into a smile: "Just getting close, not even a little closeness allowed?"

She used Tang Si’s words against him.

"Allowed." Tang Si’s voice turned husky, guiding her hand down.

His warm voice in her ear made her knees weak: "Now see, isn’t it hardening?"

Song Yizai’s hand shook, wanting to pull back.

"Getting scared now?" Tang Si kissed her lips: "Told you not to tease me."

"I didn’t know..."

"Heh." Tang Si chuckled lightly, "Don’t know what? Don’t know that your brother is helpless against you?"

"Don’t know it’s been missing you for a long time?" He leaned in closer, his tone urgent, yet husky.

Seeming all the more sensual and seductive.

"Hmm?" Tang Si muttered, "You’re just naughty."

Song Yi felt her heart tremble, her face burning intensely; it wasn’t cold at all in this winter.

"I’m starting to worry about you now. Ten months of pregnancy..."

Tang Si laughed softly, "You should worry about yourself."

Hands and mouth.

Song Yi bit his lip slightly, "Rascal."

...

In the end, Tang Si really didn’t allow Song Yi to get too close; it wouldn’t be good to face people if they went downstairs soon.

Song Yi changed the subject, "Will you be nervous going back to the Song Family’s old house to meet Grandpa and Grandma?"

"I will be." Tang Si, "I haven’t been around such elderly people, or people of that age group."

"I’m somewhat unsure how to interact with them."

Song Yi: "No need to worry about how to interact, just go back and have a meal. You can stick with me then."

She said, "Besides, someone like you, really, I can’t think of anyone who wouldn’t like you."

At first, Song Yi thought that finding a boyfriend would require her family to agree, until she found Tang Si, she realized there was no need to think about it.

No need to say anything, no need for any extra introduction, her parents were immensely happy, and liked him very much.

They even felt that she was the one seducing him.

"Is that so." Tang Si’s eyes filled with a smile, "If you say so, then so be it."

Tang Si felt that at this moment, the role he was playing was that of the domineering CEO’s little fragile wife.

If in the past no one liked him, everyone hated him, slandered him, but in exchange for today’s happiness, it was worth it.

When Song Yi said she couldn’t think of anyone who wouldn’t like him. Tang Si obviously wasn’t too convinced.

His experiences told him that everyone disliked him.

However, it also proved that some thoughts were not quite right.

As noon approached, Song Yi changed into a different outfit.

Slightly reminiscent of the Republic of China style, quite thick, somewhat like a cheongsam.

It looked dignified and elegant, calm, and gentle.

This outfit also flattered her figure, making Song Yi’s shape look particularly good.

If you looked closely, you could see her baby bump.

Tang Si held her close, gently touched her belly, his eyes full of love and affection, "Want to change into something else?"

He kissed Song Yi’s eyes and brows, "Our little darling has a baby bump now."

Song Yi placed her hands on Tang Si’s shoulders, "Just need to put on a jacket outside."

"This isn’t just a bump, it’s your son."

Tang Si, "Hmm, could also be a daughter."

Song Yi laughed, "Both are great."

Anticipating the arrival of this new life.

"In the afternoon, we’re not in a hurry to get back to the Song Family’s old house; we can go buy some things for kids."

"Which little kid?" Tang Si smiled, "Song Yi the little kid or the little one in your belly?"

Song Yi intertwined her fingers with his as they went downstairs, "Our little kid."

...

Song Nuan ran over to Lu Yan.

She really brought cold medicine, along with some food.

Steaming hot noodles, her little cheeks were flushed red from the cold.

Lu Yan pulled her into the duty room and let the young girl warm her hands by the stove.

"I told you not to come over."

Song Nuan, "I’m here already, and you’re still talking nonsense."

She looked at Lu Yan, "Scumbag Uncle."

Song Yi’s fox-like eyes curled into a smile, "Just wanted to be affectionate, are you not allowing even a little warmth?"

He used Tang Si’s words to toast Tang Si back.

"Here." Tang Si’s voice was slightly husky, guiding her hand down.

The warm voice whispered in her ear, making her legs weak, "Take a look, is it hard?"

Song Yi’s hand shook, wanting to pull back.

"Backing down now?" Tang Si kissed her lips, "Told you not to tease me."

"I don’t know..."

"Heh." Tang Si chuckled lightly, "Don’t know what? Don’t know that your brother is helpless against you?"

"Don’t know it’s been missing you for a long time?" He leaned in closer, his tone urgent, yet husky.

Seeming all the more sensual and seductive.

"Hmm?" Tang Si muttered, "You’re just naughty."

Song Yi felt her heart tremble, her face burning intensely; it wasn’t cold at all in this winter.

"I’m starting to worry about you now. Ten months of pregnancy..."

Tang Si laughed softly, "You should worry about yourself."

Hands and mouth.

Song Yi bit his lip slightly, "Rascal."

...

In the end, Tang Si really didn’t allow Song Yi to get too close; it wouldn’t be good to face people if they went downstairs soon.

Song Yi changed the subject, "Will you be nervous going back to the Song Family’s old house to meet Grandpa and Grandma?"

"I will be." Tang Si, "I haven’t been around such elderly people, or people of that age group."

"I’m somewhat unsure how to interact with them."

Song Yi: "No need to worry about how to interact, just go back and have a meal. You can stick with me then."

She said, "Besides, someone like you, really, I can’t think of anyone who wouldn’t like you."

At first, Song Yi thought that finding a boyfriend would require her family to agree, until she found Tang Si, she realized there was no need to think about it.

No need to say anything, no need for any extra introduction, her parents were immensely happy, and liked him very much.

They even felt that she was the one seducing him.

"Is that so." Tang Si’s eyes filled with a smile, "If you say so, then so be it."

Tang Si felt that at this moment, the role he was playing was that of the domineering CEO’s little fragile wife.

If in the past no one liked him, everyone hated him, slandered him, but in exchange for today’s happiness, it was worth it.

When Song Yi said she couldn’t think of anyone who wouldn’t like him. Tang Si obviously wasn’t too convinced.

His experiences told him that everyone disliked him.

However, it also proved that some thoughts were not quite right.

As noon approached, Song Yi changed into a different outfit.

Slightly reminiscent of the Republic of China style, quite thick, somewhat like a cheongsam.

It looked dignified and elegant, calm, and gentle.

This outfit also flattered her figure, making Song Yi’s shape look particularly good.

If you looked closely, you could see her baby bump.

Tang Si held her close, gently touched her belly, his eyes full of love and affection, "Want to change into something else?"

He kissed Song Yi’s eyes and brows, "Our little darling has a baby bump now."

Song Yi placed her hands on Tang Si’s shoulders, "Just need to put on a jacket outside."

"This isn’t just a bump, it’s your son."

Tang Si, "Hmm, could also be a daughter."

Song Yi laughed, "Both are great."

Anticipating the arrival of this new life.

"In the afternoon, we’re not in a hurry to get back to the Song Family’s old house; we can go buy some things for kids."

"Which little kid?" Tang Si smiled, "Song Yi the little kid or the little one in your belly?"

Song Yi intertwined her fingers with his as they went downstairs, "Our little kid."

...

Song Nuan ran over to Lu Yan.

She really brought cold medicine, along with some food.

Steaming hot noodles, her little cheeks were flushed red from the cold.

Lu Yan pulled her into the duty room and let the young girl warm her hands by the stove.

"I told you not to come over."

Song Nuan, "I’m here already, and you’re still talking nonsense."

She looked at Lu Yan, "Scumbag Uncle."