Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 582: Chapter 580

Tang Si declined very tactfully.

And threw in a sprinkle of romance.

The store employee wisely didn’t ask any further questions.

Because these two people looked like wealthy individuals, it was unlikely they’d come to this store for fashion design.

The thought of asking was just a wishful attempt at luck.

Today, the couple shot their wedding photos indoors. The first set was a wedding dress and a suit, which didn’t take too much effort to shoot.

The second set was a police uniform and a qipao.

Song Yi carried off the qipao beautifully, her long, fair legs faintly visible.

Graceful and poised, standing next to the man in a police uniform added a touch of charm.

The police uniform fit perfectly, wrapping the strong body, blending sternness with a tender fondness for his young wife.

This set of photos was stunning, beyond words.

The collision of exquisite beauty, merging together, lightly touching, as if a thousand peach blossoms fell, filling the world with pinks and love.

The police uniform solemn, a body of justice, an uncompromising soul, the qipao soft, charming and gentle, melting everything away.

This attire shields from filth behind, a bit of tender bloom dots, gradually covering, with vines growing fiercely underground, banishing darkness, bringing light before our eyes.

...

Song Yi was quite tired.

After the shoot, they wrapped up, and Tang Si held Song Yi’s waist: "Are you very tired?"

He asked softly, with a smile in his eyes.

"Lack of exercise, my back is sore and aching."

"Hmm." Tang Si replied earnestly: "I’ll accompany you to exercise when we get home tonight."

The tone was serious, but coming from his mouth, it didn’t sound that serious.

Song Yi glanced at him.

Tang Si explained: "A serious exercise."

Heh, she believed him.

"Don’t change just yet." Song Yi pulled Tang Si’s hand, her tone somewhat weak: "Come help me change."

"I don’t even want to lift a finger right now."

She felt quite exhausted.

Mainly because the dress was rather heavy.

Tang Si raised an eyebrow, smiled lightly: "Is there such a privilege?"

"Hands off, just change and come out."

"I’ll wait for you in the car."

"Okay." Tang Si joined her in the dressing room.

The store employees watched them, feeling quite envious.

It’s rare to see newlyweds with such deep affection.

Usually, the couples who come to shoot wedding photos are all lovey-dovey and mushy.

These two didn’t seem clingy, there was a clarity and composure that came with time.

A sweet sense of happiness flowed naturally in their every word and deed.

Tang Si was indeed very well-behaved, he didn’t do anything to Song Yi.

He genuinely cared for this delicate flower, and when she said she was tired, his hands moved quickly to change her clothes.

He lowered his head, kissed her forehead: "You’re very beautiful, you worked hard."

After saying that, he lightly touched the back of her head, and asked with a smile: "Want me to carry you to the car?"

Song Yi initially wanted to walk out on her own, but since he offered, she lazily gave in.

She hooked her hand around Tang Si’s neck: "Carry me."

The man’s Adam’s apple moved: "Then wear that qipao again for me when we get home tonight."

"I knew you had ulterior motives."

Tang Si picked her up: "I have good intentions for you."

She wasn’t very heavy, quite light, easy for him.

"I’m comfy, and so are you."

His words were loaded with meaning.

Song Yi laughed gently, fiddling with his buttons, without saying anything.

Until he carried her out of the bridal shop.

"Wouldn’t you say this looks like a police officer rescuing a damsel in distress?"

Tang Si snorted, drawled: "Want to play roles with me?"

Song Yi chuckled: "Aren’t I the best at writing scripts?"

"Do you want to play with me?"

Tang Si: "Should I play you or you play me?"

"Either way is fine."

Song Yi’s voice was tired, lazy: "I know you’d never bear to bully me."

He chuckled silently, a smile on his lips: "So you bully me openly."

"Ah, isn’t bullying a tough police officer quite fun?"

"You didn’t use to call me that."

"What did I call you before?"

"You called me police brother."

"Did I?" Song Yi’s legs swayed, her voice charming: "I don’t remember."

"Heartless."

She laughed, hugged his shoulders tightly: "Never letting go this lifetime, leaning on you forever."

"Alright."

...

After Tang Si placed Song Yi in the car, he went back to change his clothes, and the two returned home.

Father Song and Mother Song had already prepared the meals at home.

Song Yi didn’t feel like eating, she basically went straight to bed and fell asleep.

"Is shooting wedding photos that tiring?" Mother Song looked at Tang Si: "Your grandson will stay with us today, you two can rest well."

Tang Si really couldn’t ask for more, but his face showed no sign of it.

Instead, he asked: "Will it disturb your rest?"

"It’s okay, the kid is a bit older now, and this little guy doesn’t like crying, quite easy to care for."

Tang Si glanced at Tang Song, whose round eyes were staring at him.

He reached out to pinch the little one’s face, and the little guy immediately turned away.

Tang Si: "..."

Just like his mother, heartless little one.

He insisted on pinching the chubby little face.

Little Tang Song frowned, about to cry.

Tang Si glared, very sternly.

The little one’s face scrunched up, mouth quivering, and he cried immediately.

Mother Song glared at Tang Si: "Tang Si!"

Tang Si raised his hands, looking innocent: "I really didn’t do anything?"

Father Song laughed: "Seems like you have found a new hobby of making your son cry, quite fun, huh?"

He lightly touched his nose, laughing, suddenly took out his phone to record the little guy.

As he recorded, he said: "When you grow up, I’ll show you, you were quite a little crybaby."

A collection of blackmail material, starting young.

Boys, when they grow up, always need to keep their image.

On this point, Tang Si was very foresighted.

Tang Song, seeing his unreliable dad recording again, though his little head didn’t understand anything.

But mysteriously stopped crying.

...

After the parents left, Tang Si went for a shower and cleaned up.

Returning to the room, Song Yi was still asleep.

He knelt on the bed, bending down slightly, effortlessly scooping her up, holding her in his arms, giving her a kiss: "You that tired? Hmm?"

Song Yi drowsily opened her eyes, burying her head in his chest, the smell of his body wash, warm and homely.

"Hmm..." Song Yi weakly replied to him.

Tang Si patted her cheek: "Go remove your makeup, take a bath, you can’t sleep like this."

"If you’re really sleepy, just wash this little face of yours." He lifted Song Yi’s small head, voice gentle: "Understand?"

Song Yi pouted, burying her head back in his chest, murmuring: "Don’t understand."

Tang Si couldn’t help but laugh, this act of hers.

He couldn’t stand it.

"Song Yi kid, your husband just showered, and here you are rubbing all your makeup on me."

"Liar, this makeup doesn’t smudge, doesn’t cake, lasts for 24 hours." Song Yi mumbled sleepily: "If it really transfers, I’ll go to the counter and settle it with them tomorrow."

Tang Si truly couldn’t resist that sweet, whining little voice, simply picked her up: "If you won’t move, I’ll have to do it for you."

"Hmm." Song Yi was like a doll, at his mercy.

Long, long ago, she didn’t really like washing herself and washing her hair.

Every time before she took a bath and washed her hair, she had to have a long internal debate.

Always thinking it would be great if someone could help her, but for such a private matter, whether it was a man or a woman, it felt weird.

So every time, bathing, washing, and removing makeup were done with a struggle.

Now, Tang Si could naturally help her with it.

He could have helped a long time ago, but she needed to be reserved, what if he found out how lazy she was and didn’t want to marry her?

She was really a good girl, Tang Si helped take off her clothes, carried her into the bathroom, and put her in the bathtub with water ready.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling: "Gently, hubby."

Tang Si murmured.

"You just hush."

He carefully helped Song Yi remove her makeup, bathe, and while removing makeup he was a bit clumsy, not very skilled.

Song Yi washed her face, took a bath, and washed her hair, and the drowsiness disappeared.

The whole person was awake.

With her senses returning, her face gradually turned red.

She started to shyly cover herself, but Tang Si directly pulled her hands away.

Tang Si sighed: "Little ancestor, move your hands, it’s still slippery there, not clean yet."

"I’ll do it myself."

Seeing she was alert, Tang Si chuckled: "Finish what you start."

"...Darn it, this scheming old fox!"

Finish what you start, my foot!

Tang Si looked at her: "Since you’re awake, don’t play dumb."

His voice slightly hoarse: "Feel whatever needs to be felt."

Song Yi was silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly grabbed his hand, kissed his thin lips, and pulled him into the bathtub.

Just finished bathing, now had to wash again.

...

Night fell.

Inside the room, it was quiet, only the rhythmic sound of water.

And breathing.

...

Morning.

When Song Yi woke up in the morning, she just wanted to kick him off the bed, it hurt, her whole body ached.

A man unfed for long was like a tiger or wolf.

But before that.

She suddenly remembered she had a son, but the son wasn’t at home, which scared her into waking Tang Si up immediately.

"Hubby, hubby, where’s Tang Song? Where’s our son?"

Tang Si groggily woke up, looking cheerful.

Looking at the little woman, he pulled her down, holding her in his arms.

With a magnetic voice, the man said: "You still remember you gave birth to a son, huh?"

"Last night, why didn’t you remember when you wanted to slim down?"

"Were you lost in passion or just couldn’t get enough of your hubby’s charm?"

Song Yi: "..."

Hearing those words from his mouth, she knew their son was definitely at her parents’.

Song Yi simply gave up struggling in his arms, wanting to sleep again.

Suddenly she spoke, muffled in his arms, with a sweet voice: "Tang Si, it’s so amazing, I actually gave birth to a person."

Tang Si chuckled, his chest vibrating, Song Yi. She could even hear his heartbeat, steady and strong.

"You’re a person, I’m a person, what else could we have if not a person?"

Song Yi hit him: "You know what I mean."

"I know." Tang Si stopped teasing her, gently kissed her forehead: "My little one, becoming a mom at such a young age, still getting used to it, huh."

"Mm." Song Yi said: "I forgot yesterday that I even had a son."

"But I just find it amazing."

Tang Si smiled: "He’s your son, and he’s my son too."

He hugged her tighter: "Take your time adjusting."

"Or how about this?"

Song Yi: "Mm?"

"You be the older sister to your son, I’ll raise you both like siblings." Tang Si said quite seriously.

Tang Si was six or seven years older than her but not like a father figure.

He was quite humorous, didn’t always supervise her, even if he did, it wasn’t in a lecturing tone.

His methods were definitely more mischievous.

He occasionally showed youthful defiance.

Could barely tell he was six or seven years older.

Saying he’d raise her as a daughter suddenly seemed quite extraordinary to Song Yi.

She couldn’t help but snuggle closer to him.

"When you were six or seven, I was just born." Song Yi leaned against him: "You being my dad isn’t impossible."

"Do you really want that?" Tang Si lightly laughed: "Then what would that make us?"

"Hmm?"

Song Yi: "Hmm... messy... messy..."

Before she could say the last word, the man stopped her with a kiss: "Messy what? You’re my rightful wife."

Morning.

When Song Yi woke up in the morning, she just wanted to kick him off the bed, it hurt, her whole body ached.

A man unfed for long was like a tiger or wolf.

But before that.

She suddenly remembered she had a son, but the son wasn’t at home, which scared her into waking Tang Si up immediately.

"Hubby, hubby, where’s Tang Song? Where’s our son?"

Tang Si groggily woke up, looking cheerful.

Looking at the little woman, he pulled her down, holding her in his arms.

With a magnetic voice, the man said: "You still remember you gave birth to a son, huh?"

"Last night, why didn’t you remember when you wanted to slim down?"

"Were you lost in passion or just couldn’t get enough of your hubby’s charm?"

Song Yi: "..."

Hearing those words from his mouth, she knew their son was definitely at her parents’.

Song Yi simply gave up struggling in his arms, wanting to sleep again.

Suddenly she spoke, muffled in his arms, with a sweet voice: "Tang Si, it’s so amazing, I actually gave birth to a person."

Tang Si chuckled, his chest vibrating, Song Yi. She could even hear his heartbeat, steady and strong.

"You’re a person, I’m a person, what else could we have if not a person?"

Song Yi hit him: "You know what I mean."

"I know." Tang Si stopped teasing her, gently kissed her forehead: "My little one, becoming a mom at such a young age, still getting used to it, huh."

"Mm." Song Yi said: "I forgot yesterday that I even had a son."

"But I just find it amazing."

Tang Si smiled: "He’s your son, and he’s my son too."

He hugged her tighter: "Take your time adjusting."

"Or how about this?"

Song Yi: "Mm?"

"You be the older sister to your son, I’ll raise you both like siblings." Tang Si said quite seriously.

Tang Si was six or seven years older than her but not like a father figure.

He was quite humorous, didn’t always supervise her, even if he did, it wasn’t in a lecturing tone.

His methods were definitely more mischievous.

He occasionally showed youthful defiance.

Could barely tell he was six or seven years older.

Saying he’d raise her as a daughter suddenly seemed quite extraordinary to Song Yi.

She couldn’t help but snuggle closer to him.

"When you were six or seven, I was just born." Song Yi leaned against him: "You being my dad isn’t impossible."

"Do you really want that?" Tang Si lightly laughed: "Then what would that make us?"

"Hmm?"

Song Yi: "Hmm... messy... messy..."

Before she could say the last word, the man stopped her with a kiss: "Messy what? You’re my rightful wife."