Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 577: Chapter 575: Let Me Teach You—That’s Called Taking Advantage of Someone’s Plight

Tang Si being jealous of his own son was expected.

Song Yi chuckled and started to sleep.

Tang Song truly didn’t like crying; most of the time he was very well-behaved and didn’t fuss.

He seemed naturally accustomed to this environment.

Tang Si sat on the sofa, holding his son snugly in his lap.

With a phone in his hand, he was busy with work from the office.

There were also video conferences to attend.

When the video on the computer was switched on, a man holding a baby appeared prominently on the big screen in the meeting room of the administrative brigade.

He had his eyes lowered, holding a document in his hand.

The little guy in his arms sat quietly at his elbow, very obedient.

Babies are generally quite distant from the lives of these old men.

Suddenly appearing before them, the scene was a bit... Hmm, bizarre.

Especially considering the man had a handsome face, exuding a casual laziness.

When handling documents, his eyes were aloof and emotionless.

This made it seem as if the baby in his arms was one he stole or snatched from somewhere.

Zhou Liang said bluntly, "Boss, you don’t look like a dad at all. It’s more like you stole someone’s kid."

Tang Si was indifferent, neither angry, and laughed lazily, "What does a dad look like?"

Zhou Liang thought for a moment, "At least wearing pajamas with an apron, holding a bottle."

"..." After two or three seconds of silence, Tang Si retorted, "Are you nuts?"

He lowered his eyes to look at the document, "Let’s start the meeting."

"I got it!" Zhou Liang’s eyes suddenly brightened, "You don’t have the aura of a loving father at all! Look at your stern face; you don’t seem like a dad at all!"

"It’s your first time being a father, you surely have no experience. You should look at how other dads do it."

Tang Si suddenly stretched his lips into a smile, "I have plenty of experience."

Zhou Liang: "...?"

"Haven’t you called me dad for years?"

Just to avoid having their performance or bonuses deducted, how many times have they called him dad in private?

"Bah!" Zhou Liang: "You shamelessly pressured me into it."

Tang Si: "Disrespect the leader, no bonus this month."

He chuckled, his tone leisurely, "Then we’ll use Zhou Liang’s bonus to host a dinner for everyone."

"...Damn."

Ningxia Chuan glanced at Zhou Liang, "Serves you right for being talkative."

Zhou Liang felt truly speechless, "If you’re not comforting, at least don’t ridicule me."

Watching them chat and joke, Tang Si gently tapped the table, "Alright, let’s start the meeting."

This meeting was a monthly summary, neither too long nor too short.

Around an hour.

The little guy in his arms surprisingly made no sound.

Zhou Liang: "Boss, I think your son is really, how is he so well-behaved? Other people’s kids cry and fuss, but he doesn’t make a sound? Isn’t he a fake kid?"

Tang Si looked up and chuckled, "What? You want me to make him cry just for you?"

Zhou Liang: "...You really are his real dad."

"When can we come over to see the little one?"

Tang Si chuckled, "At the full moon party."

"If there’s nothing else, let’s hang up."

"Coming to work tomorrow?"

"I’ll come during the day, but not on night duty." Tang Si: "Have to take care of your sister-in-law at night."

"Got it, got it," Zhou Liang stretched lazily, "Men with families are different."

Though it feels different, it seems there’s not much change.

Tang Si is still the same Tang Si, relentless when necessary.

After hanging up the video conference call.

He looked down at the little guy in his arms, "Listening intently? Can you understand?"

He slightly jiggled his leg, coaxing him with a smile, "Interested?"

He gently pinched his little nose, "Even if you’re interested, you can’t choose this line of work."

"Don’t make mom worry."

The little guy seemed to really like his dad, bursting into giggles when teased.

"Yo," Tang Si pinched his chubby cheeks, "You can laugh too."

The man laughed gently and indulgently, "Dad thought you wouldn’t show any expression."

Then, he lifted him closer to himself.

"Let dad take a good look, does our son look more like mom or dad?"

The little guy’s features hadn’t fully opened; all babies seemed to look the same.

Tang Si licked his lips, "Can’t tell, let’s give it a few more days to see."

He gently kissed the little guy’s forehead.

"Dad," Tang Si softly taught him, "Say dad, can you?"

The little guy’s eyes googled around, his hands fiddling to grab something.

Just then, he was holding a document, and with a rip, it tore in half.

Tang Si: "..."

At least he ranked higher in the hierarchy.

"You, under a month old little rascal, causing trouble already?"

Tang Song giggled again.

Tang Si: "..."

"Alright," Tang Si straightforwardly ripped another piece of paper, "Dad will make a paper airplane for you, okay?"

Tang Song didn’t understand, but his eyes blinked in response.

This cuteness was extreme.

His little tongue kept sticking out, drool at the corners of his mouth, perhaps because he was too happy.

"Let’s change your bib first," Tang Si looked at him, "Later, you need to swallow your drool, understand?"

"..."

"Forget it, no point telling you."

Tang Si carefully refreshed him, then made the paper airplane.

Once finished, he looked at Tang Song, "Say dad."

He taught him one word at a time, "Dad, dad~"

The little guy laughed, responded with a sound, "Uh—"

Tang Si: "..."

Really tempted to hit him.

So he simply handed the paper airplane to the little guy.

He grabbed it and tried to feed it into his mouth.

Tang Si snatched it away, "Dumb."

Tang Song let out a sudden wail, "Wah—"

The sound was deafening.

"... Makes you want to curse."

Even this could make him cry.

He coaxed Tang Song, "Don’t cry, don’t cry, be good."

"Here you go, here you go, here’s your airplane," Tang Si picked him up, rocking him soothingly, "Not a crier, right? What’s with the tears now?"

The little guy took the airplane in his hand, but seemingly irritated, threw it away.

Tang Si: "..."

What on earth was born here?

Can I squeeze him to death?

Tang Si held him while going outside the room, "If you wake your mom, I’ll really hit you."

All his life’s patience was invested in Song Yi.

Finally, after fussing around, he realized the little guy’s diaper was wet and needed changing.

Tang Si changed him, "You dare cry, stink."

"I’ll tolerate you for five months, after five months, if you don’t notify me when going to the bathroom, I’ll toss you out."

"..."

Finally, Tang Si held him solo in the kitchen, preparing food for Song Yi.

The little guy was really not easy to handle, tugging at his hair.

Tang Si holding a spatula, "I’m telling you, are you gonna sleep or not in the middle of the night?"

If he hadn’t been so young, leaving him outside alone would probably result in his own downfall.

He truly didn’t want to hold him.

After the meal was done, Song Yi still hadn’t woken up.

Tang Si casually ate a bit himself and kept Song Yi’s meal warm.

Holding the little guy while eating, the little one kept staring at him.

Tang Si brought the food to his mouth, waited for the little guy to open his mouth, then ate it himself.

Tang Song: "..."

Feeling quite wronged, he wanted to cry desperately.

"No teeth grown, can’t eat this stuff."

Tang Si gazed at the little guy in his arms, feeling quite amazed, with a milk fragrance lingering on him.

His single hand was almost bigger than the little guy himself.

Though he was somewhat obedient, he was really cute.

It makes one’s heart feel all soft and warm.

Just as I was about to take a second bite, the little guy slapped the chopsticks right out of my hand with a smack.

Tang Si: "..."

"You really hold a grudge, huh?"

Tang Song giggled.

Tang Si: "..."

Can’t let him cry again.

Song Yi woke up at around 2 in the morning.

Tang Si had a hard time getting Tang Song to sleep.

She stretched lazily and leaned against Tang Si: "The baby’s asleep?"

Tang Si scooped some food for her: "Asleep."

He tilted his head and kissed Song Yi on the cheek: "Haven’t heard you call me baby lately?"

"How old are you? Competing for attention with your son?"

Tang Si chuckled: "Your son is about to break my rice bowl."

Song Yi clapped her hands: "Great job."

"I heard him crying earlier, what did you do to him this time?"

Tang Si: "He wet himself but still had the nerve to cry."

He paused, looking at Song Yi: "He cried and you didn’t even come to check?"

Song Yi: "I was sleepy."

"Isn’t that what you’re here for?"

She looked at Tang Si: "He doesn’t cry with anyone else, only with you. You’re impressive."

Tang Si: "..."

"Let’s eat."

This late-night meal was quite sumptuous.

Tang Si rested his chin in his hand, watching her eat.

The woman was stunning, even with her head bowed down eating, she looked graceful.

After having the baby, she was no different than before.

Song Yi glanced up: "Why do you keep staring at me? Do you want some?"

"You look beautiful."

Tang Si: "After dinner, keep me company and have a chat with me."

"Why?" Song Yi asked, holding her chopsticks and looking at him: "Do you have any work troubles?"

"No." Tang Si leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and tilted his head slightly, smiling: "Just want to talk love, you know?"

His peach blossom eyes smiled, enveloping everything.

Staring at her, he was utterly captivating.

"We’ve been married for a while. What’s left to talk about?" Song Yi tilted her head as well.

The man laughed: "If you think there’s nothing to talk about, no problem, just listen while I talk, okay?"

"No time."

Song Yi bit her chopstick: "Have to pump for the baby soon."

"Feeling full."

After having a baby, everything feels uncomfortable.

Tang Si frowned, sounding sincere this time: "Want me to help?"

"Can you?"

Tang Si lightly licked his lips: "I’ve seen tutorials."

"Don’t mess around."

"Who’s messing around?" Tang Si said, looking at her: "If you’ve eaten too much, cut back on the milk-inducing food, then switch to formula."

Song Yi nodded slightly: "Okay."

After dinner, Tang Si went to wash the dishes.

He followed her upstairs to the bedroom.

Tang Si stood there: "Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I?"

Song Yi took off her outer layer, her skin looking even whiter under the light.

Tang Si’s eyes deepened, his voice also a bit husky: "Inner wear."

"This scene feels somewhat familiar."

"Oh?" Tang Si laughed suddenly: "Familiar how?"

"On the mountain, you saved me, took a look, coaxed me to undress."

Song Yi looked at him: "Thinking back carefully, even though the injuries were severe, those areas shouldn’t have been hurt."

She looked at Tang Si: "Be honest, you just wanted to see, right?"

"You volunteered."

"You coaxed me."

"Alright." Tang Si’s Adam’s apple moved: "I did want to see."

Song Yi snorted softly: "Still pretended to be a gentleman."

"Did I?" Tang Si licked his lips with a light smile: "Is that what a gentleman is, dear?"

"..." Maybe not.

Tang Si leaned down, his voice soft: "Let me teach you a word, it’s called taking advantage of someone."

Tang Song giggled.

Tang Si: "..."

Can’t let him cry again.

Song Yi woke up at around 2 in the morning.

Tang Si had a hard time getting Tang Song to sleep.

She stretched lazily and leaned against Tang Si: "The baby’s asleep?"

Tang Si scooped some food for her: "Asleep."

He tilted his head and kissed Song Yi on the cheek: "Haven’t heard you call me baby lately?"

"How old are you? Competing for attention with your son?"

Tang Si chuckled: "Your son is about to break my rice bowl."

Song Yi clapped her hands: "Great job."

"I heard him crying earlier, what did you do to him this time?"

Tang Si: "He wet himself but still had the nerve to cry."

He paused, looking at Song Yi: "He cried and you didn’t even come to check?"

Song Yi: "I was sleepy."

"Isn’t that what you’re here for?"

She looked at Tang Si: "He doesn’t cry with anyone else, only with you. You’re impressive."

Tang Si: "..."

"Let’s eat."

This late-night meal was quite sumptuous.

Tang Si rested his chin in his hand, watching her eat.

The woman was stunning, even with her head bowed down eating, she looked graceful.

After having the baby, she was no different than before.

Song Yi glanced up: "Why do you keep staring at me? Do you want some?"

"You look beautiful."

Tang Si: "After dinner, keep me company and have a chat with me."

"Why?" Song Yi asked, holding her chopsticks and looking at him: "Do you have any work troubles?"

"No." Tang Si leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and tilted his head slightly, smiling: "Just want to talk love, you know?"

His peach blossom eyes smiled, enveloping everything.

Staring at her, he was utterly captivating.

"We’ve been married for a while. What’s left to talk about?" Song Yi tilted her head as well.

The man laughed: "If you think there’s nothing to talk about, no problem, just listen while I talk, okay?"

"No time."

Song Yi bit her chopstick: "Have to pump for the baby soon."

"Feeling full."

After having a baby, everything feels uncomfortable.

Tang Si frowned, sounding sincere this time: "Want me to help?"

"Can you?"

Tang Si lightly licked his lips: "I’ve seen tutorials."

"Don’t mess around."

"Who’s messing around?" Tang Si said, looking at her: "If you’ve eaten too much, cut back on the milk-inducing food, then switch to formula."

Song Yi nodded slightly: "Okay."

After dinner, Tang Si went to wash the dishes.

He followed her upstairs to the bedroom.

Tang Si stood there: "Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I?"

Song Yi took off her outer layer, her skin looking even whiter under the light.

Tang Si’s eyes deepened, his voice also a bit husky: "Inner wear."

"This scene feels somewhat familiar."

"Oh?" Tang Si laughed suddenly: "Familiar how?"

"On the mountain, you saved me, took a look, coaxed me to undress."

[ps: Haha, Captain Tang is good at nothing, except making people cry, first his wife, then his son.]