Seeing her suddenly burst into laughter, Lu Siyu pouted slightly, turned her head, squinted at her, and said, "Are you laughing at me?"

Tang Yige looked at her through the elevator’s reflective surface, chuckling softly without saying a word.

Since it was the sixth floor, the elevator quickly reached the floor.

Tang Yige stepped out of the elevator, turned around, and looked at Lu Siyu standing motionless inside. She curled her lips, "Hurry up."

Lu Siyu pouted dramatically and walked out.

Only then did Tang Yige turn around, using her fingerprint to unlock the door.

"Come in."

Tang Yige stood to one side and looked at Lu Siyu as she spoke.

Lu Siyu wasn’t shy, she walked right in.

Unexpectedly, just as she stepped inside, a round "ball"-like object came speeding toward her.

With a sudden stop, it halted right in front of Lu Siyu.

Lu Siyu stared in curiosity, eyes wide like a cat, at the "meatball" that stood in front of her.

The "meatball" also stood facing her, lifting a fair little face towards Lu Siyu, large eyes clearly filled with curiosity. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Tang Yige saw the two staring at each other without a blink and couldn’t help but smirk, she walked in, closed the door, bent down to open the shoe cabinet, and took out a pair of brand new white cotton slippers, placing them at Lu Siyu’s feet, "Put these on. Yours are wet."

Lu Siyu blinked blankly, mechanically removed her own cotton slippers, and put on the pair Tang Yige had placed at her feet.

"Little Gege, who is she?"

"This little child?"

Lu Siyu and Rong Rui simultaneously looked at Tang Yige and asked.

Tang Yige calmly changed her shoes, walked over to Rong Rui, picked him up, and smilingly looked at Lu Siyu, "He’s Little Rui."

Lu Siyu looked at Rong Rui and then at Tang Yige, "You guys are..."

"Mm."

Tang Yige didn’t let Lu Siyu finish asking before she replied.

Lu Siyu’s mouth opened wide in surprise, her cat-like eyes full of disbelief, "You already have a son?"

"Ahem."

Tang Yige coughed, licked her lower lip, and looked at Rong Rui, saying, "Her name is Lu Siyu, you can call her sis..."

"No, no, let’s stick to our generational roles." Lu Siyu interrupted Tang Yige, seriously looking at Rong Rui and said, "In the future, call me Second Aunt."

Second Aunt...

Tang Yige’s face twitched terribly.

Lu Siyu looked barely over twenty... calling her aunt...

"Second Aunt?"

Rong Rui looked at Lu Siyu in confusion, "Why not Second Auntie?"

"Because I’m soon going to marry Lei the Second. Lei the Second, you know? He’s your dad’s brother, you should call him Uncle Lei. I’m your Uncle Lei’s wife, so of course, you should call me Second Aunt."

Lu Siyu explained to Rong Rui very seriously and solemnly.

Tang Yige, "..." No words.

Rong Rui looked bewildered.

He indicated that right now he didn’t even know who "Lei the Second" was.

But if she insisted he call her Second Aunt to be happy, then so be it. After all, it didn’t cost him anything.

"Alright. Then I’ll call you Second Aunt from now on." Rong Rui said.

"Good boy!"

Lu Siyu happily reached out and touched Rong Rui’s little face, "Second Aunt doesn’t have money right now, but once Second Aunt cheers up Second Aunt’s dad, Second Aunt will give you a meeting gift."

Rong Rui, "..."

Tang Yige shook her head, hugging Rong Rui and walking inside, "Siyu, treat this place like home, make yourself comfortable. I won’t bother with formalities."

"I don’t need your hospitality."

Lu Siyu muttered.

Tang Yige heard it and laughed.

...

Afternoon.

Rong Rui went to his room for a nap.

Tang Yige had Zhang Lan tidy up a bedroom for Lu Siyu, then left her alone, heading upstairs to embroider a cheongsam for Yuan Xihuo for next month.

She had barely stitched a few threads when Lu Siyu’s hesitant voice came from downstairs.

"Um, can I come up and find you?"

Tang Yige’s hand paused, "You can come up."

So, Lu Siyu went upstairs.

Upon seeing the scene upstairs, Lu Siyu clicked her tongue twice, "It’s so messy."

Lu Siyu has compulsive behavior and can’t stand messy scenes.

So as soon as she finished speaking, she instinctively began to tidily organize Tang Yi’s things, touching this and moving that.

Tang Yi’s straight dark lines on her face, paused her work, swivelled her chair, resting a hand on the desk to support her head, watching Lu Siyu, "If later I can’t find what I need to use, I’ll be asking you."

Uh...

Lu Siyu held a pair of scissors in her hand.

Upon hearing Tang Yi’s words, slightly embarrassed, she put down the scissors and silently sat on a stool to the side, "You continue, I won’t disturb you anymore."

Tang Yi pursed her lips, "Didn’t you come in because you wanted to tell me something?"

"..." Lu Siyu touched her hair, "Is Little Rui really your son?"

"Absolutely." Tang Yi said.

Lu Siyu listened, the corners of her mouth thought it was more concealed and quickly rolled.

But Tang Yi clearly saw it.

Raising her eyebrows, Tang Yi said, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

"Um..." Lu Siyu braced her hands on the sides of the chair, her big eyes fluttering as she looked at Tang Yi, "You, what do you feel for Lei the Second?"

Tang Yi was slightly stunned, "Why ask this?"

Lu Siyu furrowed her brows annoyingly, her bright eyes staring at Tang Yi whispered, "Because I know he likes you, really likes you. And you almost got married before!"

"Who told you these?"

Tang Yi was puzzled.

"Don’t worry who told me. Anyway, this is the truth, right?" Lu Siyu shrugged, a delicate little face fleeting with a flash of loneliness.

Tang Yi lowered her eyes, after a few seconds, said, "All along, I’ve treated Yicheng as a very very good friend."

Yicheng?

Lu Siyu pouted.

Why call it so intimately?!

Lu Siyu drooped her head, her tone carrying some injustice for Lei Yicheng, said, "Since you treat him as a friend, why agree to marry him? He... is very sad."

Tang Yi’s eyes lightly faltered, she lifted her gaze toward Lu Siyu, already hoarse voice becoming even hoarser, "I owe him an apology."

Lu Siyu heard, raised her head looking at Tang Yi, expression serious, "Do you like him? Even a little bit."

"...My liking for Yicheng is limited to liking between friends." Yige said.

"Then why did you? Do you know how painful Lei the Second was during the time in Germany? You don’t like him, yet marry him, what do you think of him?"

Lu Siyu said indignantly.

Tang Yi’s eyes swept a trace of red, quietly staring at Lu Siyu’s indignant little face, without speaking.

Because no matter what she says now, it won’t change the harm she brought to Lei Yicheng.

The more she says, the more people will think it’s hypocritical, disgusting.

Lu Siyu saw the redness in Tang Yi’s eyes, paused for a moment.

Then she quickly sat straight, somewhat flustered eyebrows furrowed, "I, I wasn’t..."

"I know you’re being unfair for Yicheng, so it’s okay."

Tang Yi said in a hoarse voice.

Lu Siyu was conflicted, frowning, looking at Yige, said, "I know I’m not qualified to say such words to you now. I apologize to you. I’m sorry."

Tang Yi took a deep breath, forced a smile, "I can see that you really care a lot for Yicheng. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so angry hearing all this. The angrier you are, the more it represents you care about him. Having someone like you who cares for him and stands up for him, I’m happy for Yicheng rather than being angry."

Lu Siyu listened to Tang Yi say so.

Feeling somewhat complicated inside.

On one hand relaxed, on the other feeling more unjust for Lei Yicheng.

The woman he’s so deeply concerned about doesn’t care at all that another woman is so concerned and values him, as if Lei Yicheng simply isn’t part of her heart, doesn’t have any weight.

Lu Siyu couldn’t help but scrutinize Tang Yi again.

Tang Yi was now leaning against the work desk, her waist limp beyond belief, whole body emitting a lazy charm.

She may not be the most stunning she’s seen, but she is the most charming woman she’s encountered.

Such a woman, really like a... enchantress!

Yet speaking of her as an enchantress, no trace of cunning and hypocrisy showed between the brows, instead radiating a straightforward sincerity.

Distinctly.

No comparison to those flashy tart cheap women outside.

Lu Siyu’s gaze accidentally slid to Tang Yi’s chest.

Because the heating was on at home, Tang Yi was only wearing a close-fitting black sweater at the moment, with a bulging chest, at least... D!

Lu Siyu’s eyes suddenly widened, swiftly lowering her head to look at herself, through the sweater almost couldn’t see the chest...

Lu Siyu’s cat eyes showed a touch of depression, feeling just for this, she’s been defeated!

Truly sad to the point of having no friends!