Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 459 - 457: I’ll Cherish You for a Lifetime

Song Yi leaned her whole body back, but the man hooked his arm around her waist, making it impossible for her to escape his embrace.

She simply stopped dodging, her fox-like eyes filled with a hint of allure, and blinked: "Sure, hubby it is."

She smiled sweetly: "But after calling you that, can you guarantee to control yourself?"

Sooner or later she’d be the one to suffer again.

This man’s stamina was simply too good.

Tang Si pursed his lips and thought for a moment, seemingly unsure if he could control himself.

"Does that mean you won’t call me hubby for life because of this?"

Song Yi felt the man’s hold slightly loosen, and immediately took the chance to slip out of his embrace.

She threw him a coquettish look: "We’ll talk about that later."

After Song Yi finished speaking, she turned and left.

He watched Song Yi calmly get into bed, her slightly crimson lips curling softly: "So where do I sleep?"

Song Yi pulled up the blanket: "Brother, my parents know what we did, where else can you sleep? The floor?"

Song Yi thought for a moment, then got up to go to the bathroom: "I’ll go wash up, those... underwear you mentioned."

Tang Si wanted to stop her, he could do it himself.

But she swiftly turned and entered the bedroom bathroom.

Looking at her closing the door, he pursed his lips slightly, making a light "tsk" sound, a faint smile playing at his lips, wild desire shining under the lamp.

Muttering to himself: "Now she’s truly my wife."

He said, ready to move over.

"Knock knock knock——"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Tang Si paused his steps, glanced at the bathroom door, thought for a moment, and then turned to open the door.

It was Father Song who had knocked: "Uncle."

He greeted faintly, neither flattering nor fawning, maintaining a balanced bearing.

Father Song gave a slight nod: "Where’s Song Yi?"

Tang Si smiled: "You’re looking for her? She’s in the bathroom. It’ll take a bit of time, want to come in and sit? Or should I ask her to come find you later?"

Father Song waved his hand: "Talking to you is the same, your aunt and I remembered something, we’re leaving soon and just wanted to let you know."

At this point, Father Song raised his hand, patted Tang Si’s shoulder, gripping it with a weighty expression: "I’m entrusting my daughter to you."

The last sentence was spoken so softly that only the two of them could hear: "Take good care of her."

Tang Si felt something was off, furrowing his brows: "Did something happen?"

This question was also asked quietly, his voice calm and steady.

Father Song understood well that if something happened, it couldn’t be hidden from Tang Si. Talking to him, one knew Tang Si was a master negotiator, his thinking especially meticulous.

Hiding it would only last a while, not a lifetime.

In his lifetime, traversing the business world, he’d met many cunning businessmen but none as skillfully adept and poised as Tang Si.

The key thing was he had a relaxed and lazy air about him; no matter what you said, he remained so organized, hiding his emotions so well.

Father Song chuckled: "Nothing much, we’re expanding overseas, and there’s some issue over there, need to go solve it, just got the call."

"I just wanted to mention it to you, Song Yi is young but she’s sensible too." Father Song pursed his lips: "There are some things I hadn’t mentioned, so I’m saying them now."

"You can tell she genuinely likes you; now, she’s thoughtful, but in love, she may act willful sometimes, please bear with it."

Tang Si said nothing, just listened patiently.

"Don’t... don’t abandon her."

Tang Si suddenly smiled, laughter rippling in his eyes.

His peach blossom eyes gazed at Father Song, voice steady again: "Do you think a person can live without a heartbeat?"

Though Father Song didn’t know why Tang Si suddenly asked him that, he still replied: "No."

"So unless my life is gone, I’ll stay with her for this lifetime."

Words said lightly as the breeze, yet they made Father Song slightly stunned.

If someone else said this, he probably wouldn’t believe it.

But when Tang Si said it, the weight was different.

A person like him... once he spoke, a promise would be kept for a lifetime.

Tang Si saw Father Song silent, laughed lightly again: "Go on with your work, I’ll be here."

"Also, Song Nuan... I went to check on her, she’s asleep, thanks to you."

"Mm." Tang Si: "It’s only what should be done. I’ll take good care of her too."

...

When Song Yi came out, the two had finished their conversation.

"Did my dad just come by?" she asked.

"Mm." Tang Si sat by the bed, motioning for her to come up and sleep, then laid down beside her.

Very naturally, he pulled her into his arms.

Song Yi leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, her hand unconsciously reaching to touch his abs, asking lightly: "What did my dad say to you?"

"Just mentioned he had something to do tonight, that’s all."

"Talked for quite a while?" Song Yi: "Sounded like you guys chatted for quite some time."

Her hand continued to caress his abs, honestly, the feel was just too good, she couldn’t get enough of it.

Back when he was the aloof Officer Tang, she wouldn’t have dared to imagine this scene; back then, if she touched his abs, she’d probably be beaten to death?

Tang Si didn’t stop her actions, gently placing his palm on the back of her head, softly kissing her forehead, his voice low and sexy: "Instructed me to take good care of you."

He kissed her forehead for several seconds, his eyes deep.

This was his treasure, the treasure in his heart.

Such things didn’t need to be instructed.

Song Yi looked up, forehead intimately nudging his, with a touch of coquettishness: "Then what did you talk about in the study?"

"Not much." Tang Si chuckled softly: "Just in-laws telling the son-in-law to care for their daughter."

"Just that?"

"What else?" Tang Si’s tone carried a light smile throughout: "Wishing your dad would beat me up, is it?"

He lifted her chin, lightly kissing her lips: "Punish me for quickly sleeping with his daughter?"

"Hm?" His low voice seemed infused with magic: "Isn’t that right, little Song Yi?"

The gentle tone with a touch of breathiness made Song Yi shrink a bit.

The man chuckled again, endlessly indulging: "You called me hubby and now hubby’s so shy? Hm?"

His large hand gently pinched her cheek, then hugged her closer: "Hubby will cherish you forever."

Song Yi’s heart raced, the corners of her mouth lifted uncontrollably, her mind and heart, both filled with pink bubbles.

With every word he spoke, she fell asleep.

...

Around four in the morning.

The sky outside was pitch black, not a glimmer of light.

A dim small lamp glowed in the bedroom.

Suddenly, a rustling sound could be heard...