Chapter 416: Chapter 416: Tang Si: "Let Me Help You, Okay?

Tang Si’s hand paused for a moment, and he slightly tilted his head, looking out the car window.

Outside, neon lights flickered and shadows glimmered, a woman bent over, looking into the car window with fox-like eyes adorned with a soft, charming smile.

That smile softened Tang Si’s heart.

The next second.

The man opened the car door and pulled Song Yi inside in a flash; she was so light that she fell onto him with just a tug.

She didn’t struggle or try to escape.

Tang Si furrowed his brow, just about to ask where she had been and why she hadn’t answered the phone.

But then he felt her small hand icy cold.

Her whole body was trembling slightly, although she was trying hard to suppress it, trying not to shake.

Her hand wrapped tightly around him, her whole face buried in his chest, needy and clingy.

His heart quivered slightly, wanting to look directly into Song Yi’s eyes.

She turned her head away to avoid him, burying herself in his embrace, unwilling to go anywhere.

Song Yi ran out, accompanied by Wen Mu. Wen Mu was injured, at the hospital, and once she got him a caregiver, she hurried over here.

She hadn’t expected Tang Si was really here, from morning till night, had he been here all along?

Tang Si gently stroked the hair of the woman in his arms, his voice soft and slightly hoarse: "Who bullied you?"

Holding her hand, he placed it against his chest for warmth, Song Yi’s posture was petite and very slim, completely enveloped by Tang Si.

Almost as soon as he asked, the muffled voice of the woman in his arms responded: "I’m fine, just comforting Assistant Tang, a comforting hug, so you’ve been waiting in the car for so long."

Tang Si lowered his head, lightly rubbing Song Yi’s hair with his chin, his gaze deep.

Song Yi was clearly lying; she had surely suffered outside, something must have happened.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be like this.

"Song Yi." His voice was earnest, low and gentle, echoing in the car and very pleasing: "I’m a man, I don’t need your comfort, I can handle it myself."

"But if you have an issue, you can tell me, whatever you can’t resolve, tell me, and let your big brother solve it for you, alright?"

Where did she get this idea that a woman should endure everything on her own?

She must rely on him, let him bear everything, she must correct her wrong thoughts, otherwise, what’s the point of having him?

As he spoke, he tenderly stroked her hair, everything was so healing and gentle.

As if, even if the sky were falling, there was no need to be afraid, he would be there to support it, anything that happened, she could rely on him and everything would be solved.

At this moment, Song Yi only felt her heart warm, cherished, loved, and pampered.

This feeling was the most direct sensation.

But Song Yi truly didn’t want to bother Tang Si with things she could handle herself; she didn’t want to give him unnecessary pressure.

He already had enough burdens.

Her lips moved, preparing to speak.

Tang Si suddenly held her small face, gently lifting her from his embrace, forcing her to look at him.

His thumb tenderly rubbed her cheek, suddenly approaching, forehead gently touching hers.

"Don’t think you’ll give me pressure." He said each word with enticing allure: "You are the most important person to me, my life belongs to you, if you’re unhappy, I won’t be happy either."

"You wouldn’t want your big brother to be unhappy, right? Hmm?"

She, so small, was pulled into his arms, held, protected, his low, hoarse voice, each word tempting her heart.

Song Yi looked up, meeting his eyes, like deep whirlpools that drew people in, both passionate and gentle, she felt herself sinking in.

The fear and life-threatening experiences of the day faded away instantly.

"But little sister isn’t unhappy now." Song Yi lifted her hand to hold his wrist, her lashes trembled, her seductive eyes shining with luster: "Just wanted to give big brother a hug."

His words were enough; she didn’t need him to bear it.

Her voice soft: "So cold, big brother, winter is coming soon."

The tail of her sentence quivered slightly, smilingly rubbing her hands as if it were really cold.

Tang Si’s brows gradually lowered, pulling her into his embrace, his gaze deep, no one could decipher his emotions.

Both were always considering each other, never wanting to trouble each other, leading to growing distant.

He gently twirled her strands of hair between his fingers.

She wouldn’t tell him, he’d investigate on his own.

She wouldn’t let him protect her openly, so he’d do it secretly.

Any sign of her unhappiness, he would find out the cause thoroughly.

No one would dare bully her under his nose; he’d make her the woman everyone envied.

And not having to worry about everything, she should know she could leave everything behind and rush towards him.

"Indeed." His throat shifted.

Song Yi heard the man’s low voice above her head: "Winter is coming. Does little President Song need someone to warm her bed, for free?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The end of his tone rose slightly, with a trace of playful laughter.

"No, an electric blanket is better than a bed warmer." Song Yi lifted her head, slightly pushing Tang Si away, smiling: "Drive, let’s go home."

"Hmm?" She said, suddenly pausing.

She smelled the medicine; he usually had a fresh scent with a hint of tobacco, faintly, which she found nice.

"Is your wound getting worse?" Song Yi frowned, speaking as she tried to pull Tang Si’s clothes.

Tang Si slightly retreated, resting his hand on her shoulder: "Looking comes with responsibility."

He would never let Song Yi see, nor did he want her to worry about him, her time with him should be joyful and carefree.

Song Yi was stumped by his words; she cared, while he treated her kindness casually.

Annoying.

She glared at him, averting her gaze and retracting her hand: "You did it with me, how come you don’t take responsibility?"

Tang Si remained half-lying, momentarily stunned by her words.

Then he reacted, letting out a faintly indulgent laugh, his deep, peach blossom eyes staring at Song Yi: "But wasn’t it you who started it with me?"

"..."

"Wasn’t it you who craved me?"

"..." Goodness, a master at deflecting.

Song Yi: "If you dare touch me again in the future, you’re a dog."

Tang Si pressed his lips, suddenly sitting up, his gaze fervently fixed on Song Yi: "Can I be a dog now?"

"A responsible kind." Tang Si: "My household registration book is ready for you anytime, just waiting for the beauty to nod."

As he spoke, he swiftly approached, his slender fingers tugging at her collar, his gaze enthralling, staring at her.

Song Yi’s heart was skipped a beat by his flirtation.

"Can I?" He asked again.

She covered herself: "No."

"I don’t want to agree now."

"Such a shame." Tang Si pulled out the household registration book from behind the notebook.

"I meant every word."

"My registration book only has me." Tang Si: "Quite pitiful."

Song Yi looked at the red book, her eye twitched slightly.

Did he really carry that thing with him?

She turned her head: "None of my business."

Tang Si leisurely put away the household registration book, his face steady and composed, his tone gently carrying a mischievous smile: "That thing, you don’t have it, but I do."