Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 328 - 238: There Are Millions of Handsome Men, But Tang Si Is the Most Handsome
Tang Si took a deep drag of the cigarette in his hand.
Then he flicked the ash lightly into the ashtray on the table.
His brow furrowed slightly; if she had been here, why didn’t she say something?
Or did she suspect he wasn’t on duty, so she followed him to the criminal investigation unit to see if he was really on duty?
But why would she suspect him? He shouldn’t have done anything to betray Song Yi, right?
"Hiss..." Tang Si rubbed his temples slightly.
If she didn’t come in, perhaps it was because of an inner fear of the police station, but it wouldn’t stop her from calling him.
Thinking about it, Tang Si pulled up the surveillance playback in the duty room.
He really saw Song Yi on the footage.
She then walked into a blind spot of the camera, and soon Wen Mu arrived there too; the two were probably chatting, and it was quite a while before Song Yi drove away, while Wen Mu then came inside.
He fished out his phone from his pocket.
After pondering for a moment, he dialed Song Yi’s number.
On the other end, the call quickly connected: "Hello? Tang Si."
"Hmm." Tang Si kept the cigarette in his mouth, his voice a bit muffled: "Where are you?"
Song Yi had just arrived at Night Entertainment, walking through the lobby: "What’s up?"
Tang Si smiled: "Nothing, if you want I could order some takeout for you, have some dinner, haven’t you eaten yet?"
"I’m not home, so don’t bother." The sound of an elevator door opening came from the other end.
Tang Si: "You left the house?"
"Yeah, I went to the office to handle some things, originally wanted to come see you but didn’t dare to go in, worried I’d disturb you, so I left."
Song Yi stepped into the elevator in her high heels, talking as she walked: "I just ran into your brother at the door and chatted for a bit."
Hearing this, Tang Si’s grip on the cigarette tightened slightly.
She wasn’t lying, and even answered in full detail.
Tang Si’s words had a hint of probing, wanting to see if Song Yi would deceive him.
This was something ingrained in his bones; he’d been in the dark for too long, so probing had become instinctive.
Tang Si furrowed his brows, a sense of irritation rising within him.
Feeling there was no need to ask her like this.
And Song Yi even specifically mentioned meeting Wen Mu, which showed she had picked up on his attempt to probe her.
Seeing Tang Si stay silent, Song Yi cautiously asked: "He said he was delivering food to you, is your relationship with your family... good?"
According to her observations, it seemed quite poor.
But the past and stories Wen Mu shared didn’t seem fabricated.
Tang Si’s probing, Song Yi didn’t take to heart.
It’s the instinct of a police officer, also Tang Si’s instinct.
"It’s alright." Tang Si said flatly: "Just so-so, work keeps me busy, so there’s no time to interact with them."
His tone sounded rather weak.
Partly because of the probing, feeling he wasn’t really a decent person.
Partly because he genuinely didn’t want Song Yi to know about his past life.
He also didn’t want to see the eyes of others pitying him.
Especially not Song Yi’s.
Listening to Tang Si’s tone, Song Yi raised her eyebrows: "What did you say?"
Tang Si repeated quietly.
"Ding—" The elevator arrived at the president’s office, Song Yi walked to the desk, sat down, crossed her legs, and chuckled at Tang Si’s response: "Brother, what’s up? Your tone sounds like you suddenly became impotent?"
"Why are you always so obsessed with impotence?" Tang Si’s tone was flat.
When they first met, she said the same thing.
Song Yi leaned back in her chair, smiling: "A big guy like you, talking so quietly, it’s hard for people not to suspect."
She raised her eyes, suddenly spotting something on her bookshelf.
"Hey? Tang Si, coming home to sleep tonight?"
Tang Si listened to her words, noting she hadn’t dwelled on the earlier topics.
He put the cigarette in the ashtray: "Otherwise?"
"Not sleep with you, sleep on you?"
Joking around yet again.
"Nope." Song Yi didn’t go further with that.
Just taking her phone, slowly walked to the bookshelf, looking at the items there: "If you’re coming home, I’ll give you a gift, how’s that? I think you’ll like it."
Hearing this, Tang Si got interested, a faint smile playing at his lips: "What is it?"
"Come home and I’ll give it to you, if not, you’ll miss out, Officer Tang."
"I’ll come." Tang Si said.
"Let’s meet at home~" Song Yi added: "When you head home, could you grab my package? I’ll send you the pickup code; it’s dog food for Haha and I can’t carry it."
"Alright."
After hanging up.
Song Yi exhaled, putting the items on her bookshelf into her bag.
Her mood was still pretty good.
If Wen Mu’s stories about Tang Si’s childhood had made her sad, then the recent conversation with Tang Si had surely been healing.
Because the Tang Si now is incomparably strong, he’s not that boy bullied by his family, he’s now a man keeping countless families safe.
This Tang Si gave her a real and steady feeling; the past was past, no need to verify Wen Mu’s tales as true or false.
Whether true or false, Tang Si’s time with the Wen Family must have been unpleasant and uncomfortable.
So there’s no need to bring up Tang Si’s unhappy past,
living well in the future is the life truly meant to be lived.
"Knock knock knock—" Li Wen entered after knocking.
"President Song, the psychologist is in the reception room."
"Alright."
...
In the reception room.
The psychologist was a man, around twenty-five or six years old.
Wearing casual clothes, glasses, generally looked fashionable and stylish with a good sense of aesthetics.
Dressed well, also quite handsome.
But Song Yi didn’t find him attractive.
She’s seen countless good-looking men, but only Tang Si stood out as the best looking.
"Hello." Song Yi smiled politely, extending her hand: "I’m Song Yi."
"Hello." The psychologist stood up and lightly shook her hand, a cultured gesture: "I’m Bo Shiyin, heard there’s someone you need me to see?"
Song Yi chuckled: "Please have a seat first."
They both sat down.
Song Yi’s sharp gaze assessed Bo Shiyin, without answering his question, she chattered cheerfully: "Mr. Bo, you seem quite young."
Upon hearing this, Bo Shiyin understood: "Yes, I’m 25 this year, but not that young, right?"
"President Song, are you implying that I’m too young and inexperienced for the job?"
Song Yi did have such thoughts, though she wouldn’t say it aloud.
She smiled charmingly: "Pay attention to what you’re saying, making it sound like I discriminate based on age, but I run an entertainment company, and don’t have such biases."
"Just thinking Mr. Bo is a talented young man."
