Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox
Chapter 548 - 546: Cherished by My Husband, Held by Him as I Sleep
Song Yi sat by the bedside and talked to him about many things, but the man on the bed showed no signs of waking up.
Eventually, she stopped talking too, just sitting quietly by the bedside.
Many things have happened recently, but fortunately, he’s alright, at least still alive.
As long as he’s alive, there’s still endless possibilities.
Song Nuan and Lu Yan came over.
"Sis," Song Nuan said, "Brother-in-law will definitely be alright."
"We came to ask you to come back for dinner."
Song Yi: "Okay."
Tang Si couldn’t wake up, and there was also chronic poison in his body.
If things continued like this, it would be equivalent to chronic death.
This consequence, Song Yi was very clear about it in her heart, so now her daily hope is for him to wake up.
Once he wakes up, everything will become much easier.
Rather than lying down like this every day.
...
On this day, the weather was misty with continuous rain.
Light rain drifted in the sky, mixed with fragments of snowflakes.
The temple was shrouded in a thin mist.
Song Yi has been coming here a lot recently; before meeting Tang Si, she didn’t believe in Buddhism.
After meeting Tang Si, she prayed day and night for his safety during every mission.
By now, she almost always comes to this temple to pray for blessings.
This temple was very popular with incense offerings, with many visitors.
Song Yi was wearing a black down jacket, her attire very thick, holding an umbrella, and slowly walking up the stairs.
The temple walls were very high, and inside was peaceful.
There was the sound of wooden fish, the chime of bells, the chanting of sutras and prayers.
Everything seemed so sacred.
The surrounding trees were also very tall.
"Amitabha, female benefactor." The Abbot saw her and greeted her.
Song Yi closed her umbrella, smiled at the Abbot: "I came to pray and offer incense."
Her temperament had become increasingly gentle and graceful, dignified and elegant, gathering the brilliance tightly, her entire demeanor became much steadier.
Compared to before, indeed she no longer had the sharpness, learned to gather herself, previously exquisite with softness, now completely different.
Her voice carried the unique tenderness of a southern woman.
Her entire aura appeared calm and serene.
"Here to pray for her husband." The Abbot looked at Song Yi: "The benefactor’s heart is indeed sincere."
Song Yi lowered her eyebrows slightly, slowly knelt and bowed before the great Buddha.
After rising she said: "Praying is praying, whether he can recover is his destiny."
The Abbot: "Amitabha, blessed people are under divine protection."
Song Yi nodded, not arguing.
"Want to copy sutras." Song Yi looked at the Abbot: "Bless him to wake up soon."
Song Yi had copied quite a number of sutras recently.
Both her disposition and aura sank down like this.
"The benefactor’s heart is sincere." The Abbot kindly said: "It will surely improve."
"Thank you, Abbot."
The Abbot looked at Song Yi: "The benefactor should also take care of her health."
"One should labor with the form, a hundred diseases cannot become."
Song Yi gave a gentle smile: "Thank you, Abbot."
She was just about to walk inside, but in the distance spotted a familiar car downstairs.
She frowned slightly.
It was Tang Ningrou’s car.
Actually followed her here.
Afraid she would cause trouble in such a place.
Song Yi bid farewell to the Abbot.
She held an umbrella, walking towards Tang Ningrou in the thin mist.
Her whole body soft, static, her brows and eyes gentle and beautiful.
Song Yi stood in front of her, slowly smiling: "Looking for me?"
At this time, Li Wen got out of the car, quietly stood behind Song Yi, without speaking.
Tang Ningrou looked at Song Yi: "Indeed looking for you."
"Tang Si has been unconscious for quite a while, there are some things we need to clear up." Tang Ningrou said: "I’ve also consulted the doctors about his condition, if things go on like this, he can’t be saved."
"New Year’s is almost here." Tang Ningrou held a document: "This is a paternity test."
"I’ve also talked to the hospital." Tang Ningrou said: "From now on, if there’s nothing for you to do, you shouldn’t disturb him."
"Tang Si has nothing to do with you."
Song Yi lowered her gaze, looked at the paternity test in her hand, and said nothing.
Tang Ningrou indeed did it.
She wouldn’t let her see Tang Si, as she wanted Tang Si not to wake up this time.
She said nothing, Tang Ningrou continued: "Didn’t you ask me to provide evidence before? Now the evidence is here, I’m informing you as his mother, don’t bother him, he needs quiet recuperation in the hospital now."
"Whether he wakes up depends on his fate. If you insist on seeing him, don’t blame me for transferring him."
"So you’ll never find out where he is."
Song Yi: "His body is fragile, transferring him is equivalent to taking his life."
"Is this for his good?"
Tang Ningrou: "I’m not listening to you, he’s my son, I can do whatever I want."
"Today I mainly came to tell you this." Tang Ningrou said: "The doctor has already said the chances of him waking up are very slim, I won’t let a woman like you inherit all his property."
She lowered her gaze, looked at Song Yi’s stomach: "Perhaps your stomach really carries his child, it’s likely."
Tang Ningrou slowly smiled: "I think forcing you to this point, you might truly have to do a test to prove this is his son."
After saying this, the wind rose in the mountains, snowflakes mixed with rain blew into the umbrella.
Song Yi’s hair fluttered in the cold winter wind, her small face was delicate and clean.
Snowflakes fell on her hair, the sky also gray and misty, Song Yi wore all black, holding a black umbrella, making her skin appear whiter, her entire presence more dignified and noble.
Compared to Tang Ningrou, Song Yi had more elegance, her entire being flowed with a kind of calm.
"I won’t do it." The woman’s voice floated with the wind: "I won’t do anything that harms the body."
"You needn’t use this to threaten me."
Song Yi was terrifyingly calm, her words slowly spoken, appearing colder in the chill wind.
The woman held the umbrella with one hand, the other in her pocket, her hair smoothly resting behind her, smiling leisurely at Tang Ningrou: "Aunt, I forbear you, in consideration of you being his biological mother, but you repeatedly make such moves."
"My patience is limited."
"These days are governed by law, what else do you want to do to me?" Tang Ningrou: "I hope you’re clear you have nothing to do with him, we are the real family."
Tang Si is wealthy, accumulated countless, with such property, Tang Ningrou can’t help but be tempted.
"Don’t force me to do something about the child in your stomach. I know you’re heartbroken now, so you often come to this temple to pray."
"But I also need money." Tang Ningrou said: "If you can talk nicely with me, I might give you some money, but if you don’t talk nicely with me, I’ll make sure you get nothing, not even the child in your stomach."
Her tone was cold and ruthless, this resolution seemed to have been made long ago.
Song Yi chuckled softly, her eyebrows full of sarcasm: "You’ve lived all these years and still can’t see clearly."
"You’re right, he and I didn’t get a marriage certificate, so there’s indeed nothing between us, except for the child in my womb."
Her voice was slow: "But Auntie, you want Tang Si dead."
Word by word, wrapped in snow: "I will make you dead."
The tone was airy, but the words struck deep in the heart, making Tang Ningrou tremble all over.
Song Yi’s eyes told her she could really do what she said.
Tang Ningrou furrowed her brows: "I just came today to inform you about this matter, I didn’t say I wanted him dead, let’s leave it at that."
Having said that, she opened the car door, wanting to leave.
Song Yi not giving in to threats, she could only go, this matter must be properly planned, then take the long view.
"Wait," Song Yi called to her: "Since you followed me to this place, it proves you have a lot to tell me, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Tang Ningrou stopped in her tracks, turned to look at her, and sneered: "I’ve already said all I wanted to say, what do you mean by this? You want to take care of me?"
She didn’t believe, in this place, she could still make a move?
"Exactly, it’s about taking care of you." Song Yi chuckled softly, her tone light: "If I don’t deal with you, would I wait for you to deal with me?"
"You—!" Tang Ningrou’s eyes widened, before she could finish speaking, Song Yi quickly reached out and hit her.
The strength was precise, striking at an acupoint.
She stood in the gray mist of rain and snow, her posture straight yet soft.
Just looking expressionlessly at the woman falling before her.
"Drag her into the car, tie her up, lock her up." Song Yi instructed gently: "As long as Tang Si doesn’t wake up, keep her locked up."
Li Wen, who was behind, nodded and dragged Tang Ningrou into the car.
Having gone through this matter, Song Yi was more ruthless than ever.
It’s the kind of ruthlessness blended within gentle warmth.
Increasingly making people somewhat afraid to provoke her.
Gently, without raising a fuss, she deals a knife, making you bleed out, die slowly.
Li Wen: "President Song, you can leave."
"Let’s go home." Song Yi spoke, put away the umbrella, eyebrows and eyes light: "Not in the mood today to transcribe or chant the scriptures."
If possible, Song Yi really didn’t want to run back and forth, just wanted to quietly stay with Tang Si in the temple.
She put away the umbrella, got into the car: "Li Wen, tomorrow ask the abbot if there’s anything in the temple that needs renovation, allocate funds for them, consider it my incense money."
Li Wen drove: "Okay."
Song Yi: "How Tang Ningrou is explained externally, it’s up to you."
Li Wen nodded: "I know, I will handle it well, President Song, don’t worry."
"Good."
Li Wen drove, seeing Song Yi tired, handed him a thermos cup, it was filled with brewed herbs, tonic, good for the body.
"President Song, drink some, just now you stood outside for so long. Drink up to warm yourself, the child in your womb still needs to be nurtured well."
Song Yi took it and drank.
For the child in her belly, she didn’t object, everything for the child’s good, even if she didn’t like it, she would still eat and drink.
Li Wen looked through the rearview mirror at Song Yi quietly drinking, his heart merely sighed and pitied.
Song Yi’s pregnancy reactions weren’t small, vomiting and sleepy, sometimes insomnia, often calling him at night to run back and forth.
But other pregnant women, have husbands to care for them, husbands to cuddle them to sleep.
Poor her, her body was already weak, yet many matters needed to be borne alone.
Li Wen was very afraid Song Yi would suffer postpartum depression.
"President Song, don’t worry about the company’s matters, the old master and madam are overseeing them, you just need to take care of your health and give birth to the child."
Song Yi looked at the scenery outside, slowly nodded.
Her biological parents died in the T Organization’s biochemical pool, these matters were already clear, already understood.
Yet she didn’t have the time to feel sad or worried for these things.
There’s so much going on now waiting for her.
She withdrew her gaze: "Not going back yet, head to No. 99 Central Street."
Li Wen nodded.
...
Fu Jingsheng has been taking good care of his health.
When Song Yi arrived, he was playing games.
Having a blast.
"Life seems quite carefree."
Fu Jingsheng saw Song Yi had arrived, immediately shut off the game.
"Sister," Fu Jingsheng quickly helped her: "It’s raining outside, why did you come over today?"
This is Fu Jingsheng’s newly purchased house, and because he was injured by the T Organization, he has many things he couldn’t do himself, so he was convalescing at home.
Song Yi pushed his hand away: "No need to help me, I’m not elderly or handicapped."
Fu Jingsheng looked at Song Yi’s belly, two nearing three months, wearing thick winter clothes, there was no noticeable baby bump, she looked similar to usual.
Plus, Song Yi was thin, as if she wasn’t pregnant, yet she seemed more gentle and delicate than before.
Like she could topple with a gust of wind, especially knowing she’s pregnant, making her seem even more untouchable.
Since those events subsided, Song Yi often came to see Fu Jingsheng.
Fu Jingsheng also expressed he didn’t blame Tang Si. He knew early on someone was following.
All the grievances and grudges would eventually be settled, so he consented silently.
Fu Jingsheng: "I’m fine now, you don’t need to always come to see me."
"Have some hot water."
Song Yi held the water cup for warmth: "Not specifically here to see you."
"I sent someone over, for this period, just help me watch her well, don’t let her go out causing trouble."
Fu Jingsheng: "...?"
"Who?"
Li Wen at this time, carried Tang Ningrou inside.
Fu Jingsheng seeing this: "..."
"This... old woman?" He pointed to himself, somewhat incredulous: "For me to watch over her?"
"Yes." Song Yi said: "Who told your place is concealed, the police wouldn’t be able to find you here, keeping her here is the safest."
"If she goes out, she’d stir up trouble again."
Li Wen nodded fiercely inside, this move was called, a preemptive strike.
Previously, Song Yi didn’t deal with Tang Ningrou, he worried day and night, afraid Tang Ningrou might harm Song Yi, now that Song Yi acted against her.
Li Wen just felt relieved.
Fu Jingsheng: "Isn’t she Tang Si’s biological mother?"
Song Yi held the cup, steam wafting, sipped some hot water: "Besides blood relation, she has no connection with Tang Si."
"Indeed." Fu Jingsheng thought for a moment: "I got the drug primer from the T Organization."
"It’s almost possible to develop the antidote, but his body currently isn’t suitable for medication."
Fu Jingsheng looked at Song Yi: "I only managed to formulate it recently, whether he can wake up is a big issue."
Song Yi tightened her grip on the cup, her lashes trembled lightly, teeth gently biting her lower lip.
Hearing this news, she surprisingly couldn’t feel happy.
Perhaps as time went on, the less likely it seemed he could wake up.
But the antidote, with time, would expire gradually as well.
"Ring ring ring—" At this moment, Song Yi’s phone suddenly rang.