Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 498 - 496: "What are you doing? Hurry up and get moving.

Song Nuan was taken aback and instantly stopped fidgeting, retracting her hand.

Her heart was stirred with ripples, and she cautiously lifted her almond-shaped eyes to look at Lu Yan.

The expression on the man’s face showed no change, but those narrow eyes were tightly locked onto her face.

This gaze seemed overly intense and heated, making Song Nuan’s heart jump. Despite the cold weather, Song Nuan felt a wave of heat rising from within, reflected in her soft white cheeks.

Flushing red.

"Not listening, do we?" Lu Yan leaned down, getting closer to Song Nuan: "Still touching around?"

The man’s low and husky voice made Song Nuan blush even more.

Lu Yan chuckled softly: "Getting flushed and shy so easily, yet still insisting on teasing me."

He reached out, touching Song Nuan’s cheek: "Little Miss Song Nuan, can you behave a bit, grow up well, and stop worrying everyone?"

Song Nuan turned her face away, feeling like she was being scolded like a young preschooler.

She pursed her lips: "Don’t touch me, you."

"Then sit properly."

Song Nuan drew back her feet and obediently sat back in the passenger seat.

Only then did Lu Yan stand up and close the passenger door, but as soon as he walked around the front of the car.

The passenger door opened again, and the little girl ran away quickly.

Lu Yan frowned, this little girl truly was a handful.

No matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t run faster than him; with a couple of steps, he caught up and pulled Song Nuan into his arms again.

Song Nuan enjoyed playing like this with him, as it was the only way she felt that she existed in front of him.

Otherwise, she couldn’t feel Lu Yan’s care for her.

"What will make you listen?"

Song Nuan: "How am I not listening? I haven’t done anything terribly wrong, so how come I’m being naughty?"

She reasoned: "In the eyes of you old men, what does obedience mean? Just staying at home learning all day long?"

Before, she was like that; her life always followed a routine, devoid of other pleasures.

Now, Song Nuan realized that having fun, being rebellious, brought so much more joy.

Lu Yan: "Standards mean no going to bars, where have you seen a girl like you drinking every day?"

"Honestly, am I drinking every day?"

Song Nuan struggled: "Put me down, I don’t want to go home with you now, I feel like you don’t understand us young people at all."

"Young people?" Lu Yan raised an eyebrow, chuckled lightly, and smacked Song Nuan’s bottom: "Just a kid, not listening deserves a spanking."

"Ah...!" Song Nuan exclaimed in shock: "You rowdy man, why are you smacking my butt?"

"Your bottom has more flesh, so it won’t hurt when I hit it," Lu Yan explained earnestly.

Song Nuan’s face turned beet red.

This is a guy, a man; forget a guy, even a woman hadn’t touched her bottom before.

Lu Yan glanced at her, shy and at a loss for words, curved his lips in a smile, and once again placed her in the passenger seat.

"If you don’t listen again, expect me to spank you."

Song Nuan: "..."

"I’ll tell my sis that you’re bullying me, kissing and hugging me, and even spanking my butt."

Lu Yan: "..."

I, freakin’? Such matters are truly hard to explain, especially to Song Yi and Tang Si; it’s essentially just to prevent this little girl from doing something foolish on a whim, having him step in as the boyfriend to stop her.

But Song Nuan didn’t know this.

Taking a deep breath, he calmed his emotions, gritted his teeth, and said with a cold face: "You say you’re my girlfriend, if I don’t kiss or hug you, who will I kiss and hug?"

"You lied about going to school and ended up in a bar; whose fault is it?"

Song Nuan sulked, knowing she was unreasonable, but didn’t reply.

This time, Lu Yan closed the car door and locked it, then walked around to the driver’s side, unlocking it, and upon getting in, Song Nuan had obediently fastened her seatbelt, sitting and waiting.

Lu Yan glanced over: "Have you had dinner?"

Song Nuan squinted her eyes, particularly tired; she had drunk a bit too much.

After all the commotion earlier, she was thoroughly exhausted.

"No." Her stomach indeed felt a bit hungry.

Moreover, she wasn’t feeling very well.

...

At a certain restaurant.

Lu Yan parked the car.

He let Song Nuan follow him inside.

Lu Yan addressed the waiter: "Please make a bowl of hangover soup, the young lady isn’t feeling too well, and bring a few light dishes."

"Okay." The waiter said: "Is this your little sister? She looks quite cute."

Song Nuan’s softness and gentleness, especially when she’s not talking or being fussy, make her adorably appealing, truly a lovable little girl.

Lu Yan heard this but didn’t refute or correct, remaining silent. After all, the age gap between the two of them was evident, despite him not looking old; it’s mainly Song Nuan who appeared very young.

He merely gave a slight smile to the waiter.

Song Nuan then cuddled up to him, saying to the waiter: "Boyfriend."

The waiter looked at the scene and smiled: "Okay, please wait, it’ll be ready soon."

After the waiter left.

Song Nuan stayed clingy in Lu Yan’s embrace.

Lu Yan looked down at the little girl in his arms; he couldn’t resist slightly pinching her cheek.

Song Nuan squinted her eyes like a clingy kitten.

Nuzzling against his hand, incredibly cute.

Suddenly, Lu Yan realized, and he pulled his hand away, rubbed his forehead, deeply sighing.

What on earth am I doing? Wake up; the person has no relation to you.

These inexplicable gestures of affection had somehow become a habit.

He nudged Song Nuan: "Got any bones? Sit up straight."

Song Nuan lazily rested against him: "I won’t..."

Lu Yan couldn’t help her; Song Nuan’s knack for acting spoiled around him seemed to be her essential skill.

The hangover soup arrived quickly, and Lu Yan offered it for her to drink.

After Song Nuan drank it, she felt much better a little later.

Song Nuan called out: "Uncle."

Lu Yan leaned back, his chest rising and falling with his breath, his Adam’s apple protruding sexily.

"Hmm?" The man responded softly.

"I didn’t finish my homework." Song Nuan looked at him: "Chemistry worksheet, can you do it?"

"I’m really sleepy now, can you help me with it?" Song Nuan: "I don’t want the teacher to scold me tomorrow."

Lu Yan: "You deserve to be scolded if you’re not doing homework and going out."

Song Nuan lowered her head: "But I want to make friends."

Lu Yan paused, looking at her.

Song Nuan said: "People find it hard to get along with me, but I want to make friends. Originally, I intended to take my worksheet to the bar to work on it, but the others told me I’d be disliked for that."

She sniffled: "In their eyes, someone like me should be pampered and prim, even if in a private room, scenarios like earlier, they’re all just targeting me."

Those people regarded her as an oddity, thinking that her academic excellence and family background dictated certain behaviors, not mixing with them.

But among those people, there were also ones with good family backgrounds; nevertheless, they viewed her as some spectacle.

That’s why she drank; whatever they did, she did too, trying to blend into their world.

Outwardly respectful to her, yet who knows what those people genuinely thought.

Lu Yan gently patted her head, his voice softened: "Why do you want to fit in with them?"

"Just be yourself."

"Others’ youths seem lively with a few pals, going through thick and thin together, but I feel like apart from studying, I have nothing else." Song Nuan pursed her lips: "It’s frustrating."

She felt like her life was incomplete and lacking something.

Lu Yan: "True friends come unexpectedly. If you haven’t met them in your youth, you’ll meet them later in life."

"There’s no need to degrade yourself by doing things you don’t like."

Song Nuan: "I like it. I feel this way is very comfortable and free, but it seems they don’t like me."

"It looks like they’ve accepted me, and they politely play with me, but it’s not really like that. The vibe just isn’t there."

"Do you think I’m really unlikeable?"

Lu Yan lowered his eyes: "No one makes people happier than you do."

Such a young girl with so many thoughts. How could such an adorable girl not be likable?

Song Nuan’s eyelashes trembled slightly: "Then why can’t I make any friends?"

Lu Yan: "Because those people aren’t worthy of being your friends."

"Really?" Song Nuan smiled, a bit dazed: "Let’s just say that’s the case then."

Lu Yan gently pinched her shoulder: "You’ve got a boyfriend."

There was no other way to comfort her.

After all, what a young girl needs most is the kindness of this world.

Song Nuan didn’t respond to this, and eventually, there was no sound.

Lu Yan looked down and realized she had already fallen asleep.

He patted Song Nuan’s head. Sometimes, spoiling the children at home too much isn’t necessarily a good thing.

No matter what kind of family you’re born into, you’ll have to experience some pain and setbacks.

If life goes too smoothly when you’re young, you’ll inevitably have to bear the pressure of that good life when you grow up.

Just like she is now.

Wanting to make friends...

Lu Yan laughed softly, making friends isn’t that easy; some people go a lifetime without having any friends.

...

Song Nuan didn’t cry or throw a fit after drinking and slept very obediently.

The next morning, Lu Yan went to wake her up.

Song Nuan sat up from bed with messy hair: "Ah! I haven’t finished my papers or my homework!"

Song Nuan threw a pillow towards Lu Yan standing at the door: "Why didn’t you wake me up last night?"

Lu Yan caught the pillow effortlessly and then watched as the young girl got up and hurried to check the time: "There’s still time. Where did you put my papers yesterday? Quick, give them to me, I need to finish them up."

"Help me call the teacher and say I got stuck in traffic." Song Nuan, with messy hair and in pajamas, was all in a rush.

Lu Yan looked at her leisurely, in stark contrast to her hurried pace, he remained calm and composed.

Song Nuan: "What are you doing? Hurry up and move."

This guy! Standing there watching like it’s no big deal.

What kind of doggone man is this!

"Will you still go out and drink so much in the future?"

Song Nuan was exasperated, still talking about last night’s issues at a time like this.

She ran barefoot out of the room, pushing Lu Yan standing in the doorway.

Lu Yan grabbed Song Nuan’s hand, and Song Nuan was frantic: "What are you doing?"

He smiled at Song Nuan: "Looks like your homework is more important than me."

"Even attendants have priorities." Song Nuan rolled her eyes: "You’re being like a little woman acting coy with a man now."

"Let go of me."

Lu Yan: "Put on your shoes, the floor is cold."

How does she not know how to take care of herself?

"My homework..." Song Nuan was really anxious.

It wasn’t even his homework, and yet he looked like that.

Lu Yan saw her anxious look and sighed softly: "I did it for you."

"Huh?" Song Nuan was shocked.

She looked at Lu Yan with suspicion, did he really do it?

Can an old man like him actually do it?

"Don’t believe me?"

"You don’t look very educated."

Song Nuan: "Let me see."

Lu Yan: "Have breakfast first."

...

In the apartment.

Song Yi groggily woke up and instinctively touched the place beside her, which was empty.

Song Yi rubbed her head; she had slept alone last night.

Touching beside her had seemingly become a habit.

After coming back yesterday, she was too tired and just slept; she had intended to wait for news from Tang Si.

But somehow she fell asleep.

She touched the side, wanting to find her phone.

"Click—" The door opened.

Song Yi looked up and saw Tang Si coming in.

He was holding the clothes that had dried outside, and their eyes met.

Song Yi was a bit confused; when did he come back?

The man was neatly dressed, his hair tidy, looking like he’d been up for quite a while.

"Awake?" Tang Si smiled: "There’s breakfast outside, wash up and come eat."

He put the clothes in the wardrobe.

Song Yi got up from the bed, stood at the foot of the bed, and crawled onto Tang Si’s back, hugging him: "Brother, what time did you get back yesterday?"

Tang Si hung the clothes up and turned to kiss her: "Around three in the morning, I don’t really remember."

Song Yi hugged him tight: "Didn’t sleep, right?"

Such a big matter in his hands, he definitely didn’t sleep.

Tang Si didn’t hide it: "Yeah, just came back to check on you."

"Do you have to go to the team later?" Song Yi asked again.

"Yes, I do," Tang Si replied.

Song Yi clung onto him: "Can’t bear to part."

"You’re so tired."

Tang Si heard her say that and laughed, lifting her up by his hand, he touched her: "Which kind of tired are you referring to?"

The man had a clean and refreshing aura, mature yet stable, giving a sense of peace and security.

Song Yi dodged Tang Si’s question, whispering in his ear: "I’ll drive you later."

"Okay," Tang Si didn’t refuse: "Go eat breakfast."

"Get off my back."

Song Yi: "Can’t you just carry me over?"

"You’re an adult now." Tang Si laughed but still carried her to wash up.

"How long will you be busy for?"

"Not long, two or three days," Tang Si said, "The evidence is conclusive."

Song Yi finished washing and randomly tied her hair: "Alright. Do you have to work overtime?"

Tang Si sat in a chair, propping his chin with one hand, smiling slyly with his peach blossom eyes: "What? Does little sister want to invite older brother out tonight?"

He tried to look less tired.

"Hmph—" Song Yi kicked at Tang Si: "Invite for what, please rest well, okay?"

"You’re going to have more white hairs, Officer Tang."

Tang Si grabbed her ankle with ease as she kicked under the table and held it lightly: "Such a slim ankle."

He gently pulled her foot onto his leg: "Where are you kicking at, huh?"