Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox
Chapter 532 - 530: "I’m in Confinement, Don’t Bother Me Unless It’s Important
Song Yi felt it, and couldn’t help but glance at Tang Si: "What’s wrong?"
She chuckled: "Someone else is having a baby, why are you so nervous?"
Tang Si pulled her into his arms, and she felt Tang Si’s warmth and tenderness.
From this position, she couldn’t see Tang Si’s expression but only heard Tang Si say: "You know what I’m nervous about."
Every mother is like walking through the gates of hell when giving birth.
There are some things that no one can predict; giving birth is inherently a risky process.
Hearing Tang Si’s words, Song Yi felt a softness in her heart, actually she just felt amazed, hadn’t really thought about how painful it might be when the time comes.
But in Tang Si’s eyes, this little woman in his arms, so delicate and small, how could she give birth.
Tang Si’s voice was a bit hoarse: "After the child is born, I can raise them, but I just want you to be okay."
"But I also want you to look forward to the arrival." Song Yi said, "It’s a process that has to be, you have to learn to see it with reason."
He was indeed looking forward to it, but more than that, he was scared.
"You’re a dad-to-be." Song Yi looked up, smiling at Tang Si: "Shouldn’t you behave like a dad?"
"Yes." Tang Si touched her belly with his big hand: "You will both be safe."
Tang Si took great care of Song Yi, you could say he was attentive in every way, basically accompanying her in everything. Even if work was busy these days, he would come back.
...
This morning.
As they were leaving for work, Song Yi stood at the door, helping Tang Si tie his police uniform tie. She stood on tiptoes to kiss him: "Be safe, are you going to a major conference today?"
He normally wouldn’t dress so formally.
The neatly ironed police uniform made him appear even more upright and neat.
Tang Si lowered his gaze, smiling as he asked: "Aren’t you afraid of this outfit now?"
"There’s nothing to be afraid of anymore." Song Yi said: "This outfit is to protect us."
She understood the past events and realized it too.
Also, since Tang Si hadn’t remembered, there was no need to mention it. She just needed to know that he had saved her, and that was enough.
Tang Si gently touched the back of her head with his palm, an unintentionally affectionate gesture: "Let’s visit the parents tonight."
Song Yi nodded: "Okay."
Some things, once decided, should be settled.
"I’m off."
"Go ahead."
Tang Si didn’t move.
Song Yi: "What’s wrong? Did you forget to bring something? I’ll get it for you."
Tang Si pulled Song Yi, his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly: "One more kiss and I’ll go."
The two bodyguards at the door: "..."
We’re not here, we can’t see, we can’t hear, we’re just air!
Song Yi grabbed his collar, standing on tiptoes to kiss the man’s face, but Tang Si turned his head, directly meeting her red lips.
Tang Si bit her lips softly: "Not willing to kiss anymore? Weren’t you very fond of it before?"
He wore such formal attire but behaved so roguishly.
The wild, rebellious aura always combined seamlessly with his righteous demeanor.
Clearly two contradictory qualities, yet he balanced them quite well.
Song Yi spoke lightly: "Pay attention to the impact a bit."
The bodyguards’ internal monologue on repeat: Can’t see, can’t hear... can’t see, can’t hear... we are blind, blind!
...
It was difficult for Tang Si to leave for work, and Song Yi turned back into the house. She was almost overwhelmed by the closeness.
How did it seem like Tang Si became even clingier?
Song Yi’s work was mostly done in the study, which Tang Si had made quite cozy.
And at the house entrance, there were two bodyguards standing guard.
She entered the study, prepared to check emails, but somehow kept feeling a chill down her back as if something was watching her.
Goosebumps formed all over her body.
Song Yi knitted her brows, suddenly turning around, but the space behind the study door was empty and normal, nothing was there.
Yet... it just felt like there were eyes staring at her back.
Just like before she first met Tang Si, that feeling came again.
Always, it was as if someone was watching her.
Song Yi pursed her lips, searching up and down the room, but found no peculiar surveillance equipment like cameras.
She frowned, walked over, and closed the curtains.
Sitting down at her desk to work, her heart felt a bit unsettled.
She also went to the door, opened it, and seeing the two bodyguards standing there, asked immediately: "Madam, is something wrong?"
"Anything we can help with?"
Seeing them standing tall and full of energy at the door, Song Yi couldn’t help but laugh: "Nothing, just came to check on you two, you’re doing well."
"Come inside, don’t stand outside." Song Yi didn’t want to mention she felt creeped out being alone inside the house.
Having them stand beside her like telephone poles, gave her a bit of a sense of security.
Bodyguards: "That’s not appropriate."
"What’s wrong with it?" Song Yi said, pulling them in, explaining: "With today’s advanced technology, many are incredibly skilled. What if someone climbs in through a window while you’re outside?"
"What if I don’t even get a chance to call you before I’m in trouble?"
The bodyguards, straight-faced and serious, said, "Don’t say that, if we are in trouble, we won’t let you be."
"..." Does it have to be so earnest?
Song Yi thought these two, standing there, kind of resembled two fools.
Even though having them nearby felt secure, it was a bit too dramatic, too over the top.
But she still let them stand by her.
She sat at her desk working, snacking from time to time.
Ate until she felt like vomiting, causing quite a stir with the bodyguards fussing over her.
"Ring ring ring—" Song Yi’s phone rang.
The caller wasn’t saved, but Song Yi recognized this number as Rong Qi’s.
She didn’t want to sign this person; he always harassed her.
But this number seemed to have some kind of setting, she couldn’t block it.
Even when Song Yi shut off this line, Rong Qi immediately found her other active number.
More bothersome than telemarketers, if he didn’t commit fraud, isn’t it a bit unfortunate?
She knew if she didn’t answer, the phone would keep ringing, and since she needed to stay connected for work, she couldn’t just turn it off.
She had to answer the call, looking at the chair: "Rong Qi, are you made of adhesive? Your face is thicker than city walls, slapping you would hurt my hand. Could you stop calling to harass me?"
In her view, this person had ulterior motives.
No matter how much Song Yi retorted, on the other end came his calm and elegant voice, slow but unhurried: "What are you doing?"
Song Yi thought, if not for her broad mind unwilling to bother, she would have been driven mad by his attitude.
She chuckled coldly: "I’m doing my postpartum recovery, don’t bother me if there’s nothing."