Chapter 573: Chapter 571: Specially Making Your Husband Take Cold Showers
Song Yi slapped Tang Si’s hand away: "The baby can’t understand what you’re saying."
"Prenatal education is very important."
Song Yi looked at him with a smile but expressionless: "But when you get handsy with me, prenatal education doesn’t matter, right?"
"..."
She looked at the man in front of her: "I think the best prenatal education for the child is to stay away from you as much as possible."
"Otherwise, you’re going to turn him into a little rogue under your influence."
Tang Si gently touched his nose: "You can’t say it like that, some things, you know, can be learned naturally without a teacher."
Song Yi couldn’t be bothered to listen to his nonsense.
"I still have one more document to finish, then I’ll head to the hospital for a routine prenatal check-up."
"Alright." Tang Si took out his phone: "Let me check where the food delivery is."
...
The afternoon check-up went smoothly, and the baby was very healthy.
The doctor found it exceptionally healthy.
Song Yi smiled, thinking it might be the effects of the medicine Fu Jingsheng gave her.
There’s no denying, Fu Jingsheng is an all-around genius who seems to grasp any medical field fully.
Inside the research institute.
Today, Chu Ju came to pick up her mother.
The treatment had significant effects, and she was basically recovered. He suggested: "Go back and see a psychologist."
"I have a recommendation here." Fu Jingsheng took out Bo Shiyin’s business card from his pocket: "You can check with him, his professionalism is certified authoritative."
Chu Ju lowered her gaze, looking at the business card: "Did you take his money to help him get business, is he actually a quack?"
Hearing this, Fu Jingsheng couldn’t help but laugh: "Though I’m happy to hear you say that, in fact, he is a reliable psychologist."
"I’m just recommending, whether you believe it or not is up to you, I’m not forcing you to buy anything."
Chu Ju’s mother kept thanking Fu Jingsheng.
Then she asked: "Young man, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No." Fu Jingsheng smiled with his eyes: "If there’s a beauty, Auntie, you can introduce her to me."
"My Chuchu can be one, how about it?" Auntie smiled kindly.
Elders often believe doctors are in a good profession, after all, doctors are kind-hearted.
During this time, Fu Jingsheng had taken good care of her, increasing her favorable impression.
But the elder didn’t know that not all doctors are selfless healers.
Fu Jingsheng smiled at Chu Ju, his youthful eyes both rebellious and restrained, beginning to understand how to temper his sharpness.
"Sure." His voice was smooth and clear: "As long as the sister doesn’t mind."
"Mom." Chu Ju frowned: "I have a boyfriend."
"Since when?"
Chu Ju pulled her mother away.
This kind of situation is quite awkward.
Fu Jingsheng slightly tilted his head, arms crossed, whistling at Chu Ju’s back: "Sister, I’ll wait for you to break up."
"Even if you’re married, I’ll wait for you to divorce."
Chu Ju: "..."
What a scoundrel!
When Chu Ju went out, she bumped into Tang Si and his group.
She glanced at Tang Si.
The man gave her a slight smile: "Congratulations on the recovery."
Song Yi also looked at the elderly person: "Wishing you good health."
"Thank you." Chu Ju replied: "And wishing you a speedy recovery too."
She then looked at the delicate beauty next to the man: "Wishing you a smooth childbirth and safety for both mother and child."
Song Yi chuckled softly: "Thank you."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group went inside.
Once inside, Fu Jingsheng found it quite amusing: "You guys can actually chat with that woman who always has a stone-cold face."
Song Yi slowly sank into the sofa: "Maybe she only shows it to you, she just smiled at me."
"Damn?" Fu Jingsheng frowned: "What did I ever do to her? I even saved her mother."
Song Yi tilted her head, shrugged: "How should I know? Maybe she just inherently dislikes you."
"With my stunning looks, if she doesn’t like me, it’s her loss."
Tang Si didn’t join in on their conversation.
After chatting for a while, Fu Jingsheng took Tang Si inside for a check-up.
Initially, Song Yi was quite worried, really afraid of a repeat of that night.
Quite some time had passed since that night.
But Tang Si’s voice hadn’t fully recovered.
Perhaps his vocal cords were indeed damaged, resulting in a slight hoarseness when speaking, though not particularly noticeable.
That voice did sound quite nice, with a bit of added sensuality.
But Song Yi felt quite heartbroken listening to it, considering his voice endured hardship to become that way.
It wasn’t long after they went in that they came out again.
Fu Jingsheng merely said he was recovering very well.
...
Soon it was May.
Coming out of the research institute again, Song Yi felt like she was dreaming.
Fu Jingsheng said he was completely recovered and didn’t need medication anymore.
Song Yi, in the car, hugged Tang Si and refused to let go.
The man just let her hug him silently.
During the treatment period, Tang Si usually took his medication at night, while Song Yi was asleep.
The medicine effects were very painful, so he specifically avoided times Song Yi could see.
But eventually, she caught him once, and after that, she didn’t expose him, just became more obedient to him.
Tang Si also always treated Song Yi with affection.
Because of this, the whole household seemed harmonious.
There wasn’t even playful bickering, it was very peaceful and warm.
Time seemed to pass unknowingly, Tang Si gently nudged Song Yi’s shoulder: "Little girl, is that enough?"
"Your belly is pressing against me." Tang Si: "Uncomfortable."
"That’s your son." Song Yi released him: "Now do you feel both physically and mentally refreshed?"
"No." Tang Si supported his chin with one hand, answering sadly in a light tone: "My happiness is confined by my son."
As he spoke, his captivating peach blossom eyes stared into hers.
"What confined your happiness?" she thought, "Who’s more unhappy than me?"
She hadn’t freely indulged in food or drink for ages; dietary restrictions were the worst.
Moreover, waking up in the middle of the night realizing her sleeping posture wasn’t right, her first reaction was to check if her son was still alive in her belly, not crushed.
She constantly worried that the little resident in her belly would have something bad happen, driving her a bit neurotic.
Tang Si’s tone carried a faint smile: "I can’t even touch you."
He sighed: "I’m suffocating."
Song Yi grinned: "Find your fingertip girl."
The man chuckled lowly: "Find your little mouth."
Song Yi almost wanted to kick him out if she had the strength to do so.
But she did give Tang Si a kick.
"Hiss—" Tang Si patted the dust off his thigh, smilingly looking at Song Yi: "Little President Song is skilled in martial arts."
"If your legs were a bit longer, I’d have to visit the urology department."
Song Yi: "..."
She simply didn’t want to respond.
...
May 1st marked a short holiday, they signed up for various classes like prenatal and yoga.
But after practicing yoga for a short time, Song Yi felt extremely tired.
Tang Si leaned against the door and said, "You’ve already signed up, might as well learn a few more poses."
"..." You’re just seeking benefits for yourself, aren’t you? Shameless!
Song Yi’s due date is July 17th.
They both attended a parenting class to learn about childcare.
So at home, Tang Si’s bookshelf gradually transformed from academic books to various pregnancy, fetal knowledge, and postpartum care guides.
Song Yi found it headache-inducing.
But Tang Si could read an entire book in a day; sometimes he sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking particularly like a refined rascal.
He was good-looking, and his captivating eyes often glanced lazily at her, saying in a husky voice, "Darling, you can’t eat that; it’s not good for you."
"Come here, let me massage your waist, stop eating."
His casual words were always so alluring.
Sometimes, it wasn’t Tang Si craving Song Yi.
It was she who began craving him.
His hands were truly restless.
When he massaged her waist, it was incredibly relieving for her pregnancy-induced backache.
Song Yi would then run her hands along his thigh, his waist, even wanting to pull him in for a kiss.
"Sweetheart," Tang Si turned his head away, "can you stop constantly flirting with your husband?"
"And not responsible for extinguishing." His voice was lazily soft, "Be good."
Song Yi turned around.
She sat on the carpet, leaning her head against Tang Si’s thigh, looking up at him with smiling eyes.
"How am I flirting with you? You touched my waist first; I shouldn’t lose out."
"I was massaging you."
"Oh, I can massage you too, or do you think I’m bad at it?"
"You’re quite good." Tang Si said, "Just forces your husband to shower with cold water afterward."
Song Yi said as if it was the most natural thing, "It’s getting hot, so of course, you can shower."
"Alright." Tang Si laughed deeply, not arguing with her, considering she’s the little princess of the house.
The woman raised her hand, holding Tang Si’s hand, feeling sleepy.
In a lazy tone, she said, "Hubby, I really wish the baby would come soon."
Then, she could do whatever she wants.
Pregnancy imposed too many restrictions.
Song Yi felt like she lost her happiness.
Tang Si bent down and kissed her forehead, "I want that even more."
The little lady fell asleep leaning against his leg, so he grabbed a blanket from the sofa to cover her, chuckled indulgently, and continued reading.
...
During the May Day holiday, they didn’t go out, but a call came in asking Tang Si if he could go back to arrange work.
During holidays, the ones busy were the police station.
Though he felt he should go back to help out and practice, to see if he had regressed.
But Tang Si simply replied, "I’m on leave."
Director Cheng asked, "What leave?"
"Isn’t your health better now? Why are you still taking leave?"
Tang Si confidently answered, "Wedding leave."
"Isn’t Song Yi pregnant? What’s with the wedding leave?"
Tang Si nonchalantly responded, "First wedding leave, and then maternity leave when we get married, reported to the higher-ups. Can’t mess up the order."
Director Cheng felt like kicking him, shouting over the phone, "You messed up the order yourself, yet have the nerve to talk about order here?"
He listened, rubbing his nose, starting to change the topic, "The team definitely won’t miss me. I’ll be back after handling things at home."
Director Cheng said, "Go ahead and enjoy yourself."
"Thank you, happy May Day, wishing you long life and fortune as vast as the sea."
Director Cheng replied, "Scram, scram."
At this time, Zhou Liang’s voice came from the other side of the phone, "Boss! We want to drink your wedding wine."
"Invite us!"
Ningxia Chuan said, "Tightened your belt, huh? Just want to drink wedding wine?"
"..." Zhou Liang replied, "Can I report that I just want to drink without gifting anything?"
Tang Si burst into laughter, "Sure, five hundred push-ups, a hundred kilometers carrying loads as exchange."
Zhou Liang exclaimed, "!!!"
"Director Cheng, I said not to let the boss come back, once he does, I’ll be missing arms and legs, I’ll be utterly immobile."
It’s practically devil training, okay?
Director Cheng directly kicked Zhou Liang out, "Go for patrol, are you going to take over his position if he doesn’t return?"
"No, no, no." Zhou Liang shook his head like a rattle, "I’m leaving. Boss, waiting for your good news!"
The captain’s position has huge responsibility and pressure, he’d rather be carefree.
...
The following day, parenting class.
They had attended many times.
The teacher and some others knew them.
Some accompanying persons loved chatting with Tang Si.
This kind of man, wherever he went, was liked by people.
Tang Si straightforwardly pulled Song Yi, speaking fluent German, "Wife, what are they saying? I can’t understand."
"..."
"Uh..." Song Yi smiled apologetically at them, "Sorry, my husband is mixed race, struggles with understanding Chinese."
Just like that, no one came to strike up a conversation.
Song Yi was thankful, fortunately, not many people understood German.
"Can’t understand Chinese, but still accompany you, really loves you."
That sounded a bit passive-aggressive.
And, after the class ended, Tang Si pulled Song Yi to the door, turning back to speak in Mandarin, "Actually, I just don’t want to talk to you."
One sentence could infuriate someone.
Song Yi said, "Honestly, you’re rubbish at everything, but number one in forming grudges."
The looks from the people inside were like they could kill.
"I’ve already given them a chance; they lack emotional intelligence and don’t understand. So be straightforward, then they’ll get it."
"Do you want to come back next time?"
Tang Si confidently said, "I’ll invite the teacher home."
"It’s already a hassle to come here. You insisted on learning together for the atmosphere."
...
The longer the pregnancy lasts, the bigger the belly grows.
Song Yi found it difficult to walk, wherever she went, Tang Si was always supporting her.
Afraid she’d fall.
"Do you want me to make you a cane?"
"That’s not possible." Tang Si said, "I’ll be your cane."
"Acting up." Song Yi let go of Tang Si’s hand, "I’ll go downstairs myself, you go back to the station and attend your shifts."
"I’ll bring you something tasty when I return tonight."
"I want barbecue." Song Yi said.
"Alright." Tang Si patted his head, "I’ll bring you some, but you can’t eat too much."
Song Yi stood on tiptoe and kissed him, "Leave early, come back early."
As soon as Tang Si left, Song Yi felt the world was peaceful; otherwise, he’d follow everywhere.
During this time, Song’s mother often came over, whether to enforce dietary restrictions and prevent those cravings.
Barbecue hadn’t been eaten for a long time; having a couple of skewers would satisfy the craving.
As luck would have it, that evening, Tang Si bought barbecue after work, and just as he set the table, Song’s mother and Father Song arrived with an old hen—
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