Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 576: Chapter 574: First Love

"Grow old alone, huh." Lu Yan looked at Tang Si, "Just like your previous plan."

Tang Si patted Lu Yan’s shoulder, "Painfully grow old alone."

He smiled lazily, "Buddy, your way of thinking is quite unique."

"People say that with your first love, you’ll get hurt more or less."

"Tsk." Lu Yan frowned, "Why do those words ’first love’ sound so awkward?"

Tang Si raised an eyebrow, "Isn’t it supposed to be first love?"

"Weren’t you planning to grow old alone before?"

"Nonsense." Tang Si leaned against the railing, looking into the distance, "In my plans, I won’t grow old."

Lu Yan couldn’t help but laugh, "Not grow old? What are you, an old monster? I’m telling you..."

His words trailed off as he suddenly paused and looked at him.

Tang Si also happened to be looking at Lu Yan.

In those eyes, there was always a faint smile, sometimes gentle, sometimes indifferent.

There were all sorts of emotions inside.

At this moment, Lu Yan couldn’t discern any emotion.

The most direct feeling was that those eyes were beautiful.

"Understood?"

"She gave me a second chance, not to live like a walking corpse."

"In a life of a walking corpse, the shell will eventually die, never waiting to grow old."

Tang Si: "People’s thoughts, they always change."

"Especially for a young girl like her, it’s the most unstable time, everything she sees feels fresh."

"If you truly like Song Nuan and want to spend a lifetime with her, you need to seize this chance. Just because you’re older than her, the gap between you needs you to take many steps towards her, not the other way around."

"If you let a young girl run towards you, she might take a wrong turn along the way. Things that attract older people are not the same for young girls."

...

That day, the parents chatted with Lu Yan.

"Very abrupt, and unprepared. We were planning to visit in the next few days, to properly talk about my situation with Nuannuan."

"Sorry."

"No need to say that." Father Song: "We naturally trust you. We noticed the girl was in an early love situation. We thought she was being led astray by some young guy. Couldn’t figure out what was happening, but her grades didn’t drop, and she still lived with discipline."

"She never listened like this before."

"Turns out it was you watching over her."

"We were afraid that Nuannuan would cause you trouble."

Lu Yan frowned, "Not at all."

Father Song and Mother Song were very open-minded people, and they knew Lu Yan well, so they were quite at ease leaving Song Nuan in his care.

After all, since the college entrance exams, Lu Yan took better care of her than we did as parents.

Song Nuan only said they were friends back then.

"You two needn’t say that. Even if you didn’t tell me, I would still treat her well. This doesn’t count as trouble. Having her adds a lot of joy to my life."

He smiled slowly, "I’ll definitely bring gifts next time I visit."

"Nuannuan is going to study there, it will become a long-distance relationship, I’m quite worried." Mother Song fretted, "But as her parents, we have to remind you, Nuannuan is still young, so don’t do anything to her."

Lu Yan smiled and quickly replied, "I won’t, rest assured."

They continued chatting for a long time.

Song Nuan came over and pulled Lu Yan, "Alright, you two don’t keep him chatting. He has to work the night shift tonight."

"Now we’re going for dinner. I’ll have dinner with him, then send him off to the night shift. Goodbye."

Finished speaking, not waiting for her parents to respond, she pulled him away.

Father Song: "She’s just like her sister, Song Yi, who always sided with Tang Si when she brought him home."

"Refusing to let us talk for long with her husband."

Mother Song rolled her eyes, "What’s there to talk about with your son-in-law? You’re just an old fool."

"Their profession is already tough, and even when they date, they’re often apart. Finally, they have some time, and you old fool want to take it up for chatting. Who would want to do that?"

"Didn’t you see how tense he was standing in front of you? It’s simply torturous."

Father Song: "..."

No wonder there was a sense of déjà vu.

The two walked out of the hospital.

Lu Yan chuckled softly, "I didn’t know I had a night shift."

"I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable after talking with them for too long."

Lu Yan gently wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist, "We’re going to be family, there’s nothing uncomfortable about it."

"I don’t care, you have to be with me."

"Aren’t you looking after your nephew?"

Song Nuan: "I’ve already seen him, the little guy is very cute. When I come back for winter break, maybe he’ll be walking?"

She said, "It seems like they start walking around one year old."

"So little, following behind, how cute."

Lu Yan smiled, curling his lips, "Quite cute."

"Come on, let’s eat."

...

Tang Si was handling various procedures in the hospital.

Busy back and forth, wherever he went, the nurses’ gazes never strayed from him.

A man this handsome and family-oriented is rare, and in the hospital, with people coming and going, there’s just this one sight for sore eyes.

Better looking than a celebrity.

Some even secretly took photos.

Tang Si didn’t notice at all. When he returned to the room after finishing, Song Yi was still awake.

She was just sitting on the bed.

He pulled a chair over and sat down.

Song Yi smiled when she saw him come in, "You finished everything?"

The tone was somewhat weak.

"Yeah, the nutritionist will bring food later."

"Parents went home." Tang Si: "They’re getting old, I’m here to take care of you."

"Hmm." Song Yi: "Baby’s condition?"

"Very healthy, six pounds." Tang Si: "Sleeping in the incubator right now."

He took Song Yi’s hand and gently kissed it, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Does it still hurt now?"

"Just a little."

"Just a little?" Tang Si tenderly rubbed her head, "It’s painful enough that you can’t sleep."

At this hour, she should have been asleep.

Song Yi sighed, "Normal reaction."

"Hmm." Tang Si pressed his lips together and didn’t speak.

Song Yi: "What’s wrong? Why do I feel like you’re the one who gave birth, with that worried look."

"Happy." Tang Si smiled, "But still, more concerned about you."

"I’ll wipe your body for you."

"Aren’t you going back to the station today?"

Tang Si: "Not going back, took a leave."

"Be gentle, don’t be rough."

"When have I ever been rough with you."

"Eh? I noticed you seem to have put on a little weight." Song Yi looked at Tang Si, "Even better looking."

"Hmm." Tang Si’s eyes and brows smiled, "You must eat too."

"You might gain more from the postpartum meals," Song Yi said, "They say postpartum meals are richer, and husbands gain even more weight."

Tang Si lowered his head, wringing out the towel in the basin, chuckling softly, "So the postpartum meals are prepared for me? Was I the one who gave birth?"

"If I can’t finish, I’ll definitely give it to you, otherwise it would be wasteful."

"I won’t gain weight." Tang Si said.

"Why not?"

Tang Si looked up, gently wiping her face, "Because your husband exercises diligently."

After wiping, he stared at her, "Beautiful."

"Hair all messy, how’s that beautiful?"

"You don’t understand." Tang Si said, "This is called chaotic beauty, an artistic beauty."

He lowered his head and kissed her, "Kissing the most beautiful artwork, to show my highest respect."

His tone was low and hoarse, with a gentle smile.

He sure knows how to sweet-talk.

"Tell me, what kind of person will the child grow up to be? By the time the child grows up, will the two of us be too old to move around?"

"Not quite." Tang Si: "Though maybe I might be the first one unable to move."

Tang Si looked warmly at Song Yi: "When he grows up, he’ll be a man who stands tall and firm and, of course, one who loves his mom."

"Really?" Song Yi: "What if he doesn’t love me?"

"Then I’ll give him a spanking."

"A dutiful son is born under the rod."

"..." Song Yi: "That kind of education won’t work, it might encourage rebellion."

Tang Si’s voice was lazy, looking at her with a smile, and slowly drawled: "If he can beat me, I’ll allow him to be rebellious."

Looking at the smile on the man’s face, Song Yi suddenly understood.

Someone like Tang Si, who’s met countless people, most importantly knows how to capture hearts and understand psychology.

Truly no worries in educating children.

Song Yi tugged at the corner of her mouth: "He certainly can’t beat you, just make sure not to beat him to death."

Tang Si chuckled lightly: "I’ll show mercy, otherwise who’ll care for us in our old age?"

"Is that how you plan on being a dad?"

"It’s his first time being a son, and my first time being a dad. We both need to adapt."

Song Yi: "...You’re quite confident, aren’t you?"

"It’s a process of growing up together."

"Do you want me to wipe your body?"

Song Yi: "No, I’m afraid you’ll take advantage of me. Wipe again and give me a kiss or two."

"I’m not a rogue or a hooligan."

"Seems like you’re not too clear on your own identity."

"My identity is a devoted husband."

Song Yi rolled her eyes: "You really exhibit ’shameless’ to the fullest."

She laughed: "It’d be nice if you were that obedient."

"I definitely am, whatever you say goes."

"Alright, wipe me then, it’s not like you can do anything to me." Song Yi said: "Feeling uncomfortable all over."

"The doctor already warned you, no intercourse between couples during the postpartum month."

Bringing this up made Tang Si feel rather frustrated.

The number of times they’ve coupled is very limited, okay?

Ten months of pregnancy.

It’s hard to endure, and they still have to endure another forty-odd days.

He rubbed his temples and sighed: "No need to remind me all the time."

"Alright then." Song Yi tugged at Tang Si’s hand: "You’ve been single for 28 years, what’s this compared to that?"

"You’re surely quite experienced at enduring."

"Otherwise, you would’ve been out there partying the nights away."

"..." Tang Si: "Never did that."

"Are you sure?"

"Last time I saw you at a bar. You were having fun."

"When was this?"

Song Yi smiled sweetly: "Shen Su."

"And you were even hugging a beauty."

This felt like a post-incident reckoning.

"That was on a mission, all fake." Tang Si: "I’ve remained pure for you, never did those things."

"Can you really call that fun? It was nerve-wracking."

Song Yi propped her chin: "You were worried during the mission?"

"Yes." Tang Si gently wiped her arm, his tone calm: "Before, I wasn’t worried, but there was always some nervousness, fearing the task might fail and harm the team."

"Afterwards, the concern was about not being able to come home."

He looked up, glanced at Song Yi.

"In this life, all emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness are experienced with you." He smiled: "You’re my savior, Song Yi."

Song Yi laughed softly: "Not so noble."

"For me, you are."

"Yes." Song Yi: "A deity descending, Tang Si."

He lifted his eyes, meeting the mischievous fox-like eyes of the woman.

Before he could speak, she said: "For me, you are my god."

Tang Si chuckled lightly.

Grateful for having met, and for seeing things through to the end.

...

A week later.

Song Yi wasn’t hospitalized.

During the postpartum period, a professional was hired to take care of her, tending to her carefully.

She sat on the bed holding the baby, soothing him.

Tang Si opened the door and came in, seeing the scene brought a gentle smile to his face.

The warm yellow glow of the room lights made the scene particularly cozy.

"Asleep?"

"No." Song Yi looked at the little one in her arms: "He’s very energetic."

Tang Si walked over: "Let me hold him, you take a nap."

He teased the little one, bending slightly, spreading his arms: "Come on, son, let daddy hold you."

The little one glanced at him, unmoved.

Song Yi: "...You’re quite confident, aren’t you?"

"It’s a process of growing up together."

"Do you want me to wipe your body?"

Song Yi: "No, I’m afraid you’ll take advantage of me. Wipe again and give me a kiss or two."

"I’m not a rogue or a hooligan."

"Seems like you’re not too clear on your own identity."

"My identity is a devoted husband."

Song Yi rolled her eyes: "You really exhibit ’shameless’ to the fullest."

She laughed: "It’d be nice if you were that obedient."

"I definitely am, whatever you say goes."

"Alright, wipe me then, it’s not like you can do anything to me." Song Yi said: "Feeling uncomfortable all over."

"The doctor already warned you, no intercourse between couples during the postpartum month."

Bringing this up made Tang Si feel rather frustrated.

The number of times they’ve coupled is very limited, okay?

Ten months of pregnancy.

It’s hard to endure, and they still have to endure another forty-odd days.

He rubbed his temples and sighed: "No need to remind me all the time."

"Alright then." Song Yi tugged at Tang Si’s hand: "You’ve been single for 28 years, what’s this compared to that?"

"You’re surely quite experienced at enduring."

"Otherwise, you would’ve been out there partying the nights away."

"..." Tang Si: "Never did that."

"Are you sure?"

"Last time I saw you at a bar. You were having fun."

"When was this?"

Song Yi smiled sweetly: "Shen Su."

"And you were even hugging a beauty."

This felt like a post-incident reckoning.

"That was on a mission, all fake." Tang Si: "I’ve remained pure for you, never did those things."

"Can you really call that fun? It was nerve-wracking."

Song Yi propped her chin: "You were worried during the mission?"

"Yes." Tang Si gently wiped her arm, his tone calm: "Before, I wasn’t worried, but there was always some nervousness, fearing the task might fail and harm the team."

"Afterwards, the concern was about not being able to come home."

He looked up, glanced at Song Yi.