Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
A caption that Yu Yuehan wrote accompanied below the photo.
“Who is the one who isn’t a father yet? I have been a father for three years, would I tell you about it?”
“…”
A deep sense of malice toward a new father emitted from the text message…
As Tang Yuansi threw his phone onto the cabinet beside the bed, he lightly lay down beside Shangxin and gently drew her into his embrace.
Shangxin seemed to have felt the warmth of his body as she dove into his embrace instinctively. Tilting her head, she lay against his chest.
This was her favorite position back when she sneaked into his room to sleep when she was young.
As compared to other times, she would always sleep very soundly when lying against him.
A valve seemed to have opened—the two of them were merely lying beside each other, and yet many memories of their childhood together started to surge in…
At that time, he did not like to speak and loved to sit down and stare into space alone.
Since everyone knew about this habit, no one would disturb him unless they had something for him.
She was the only one who would think of ideas to sneak out of her house, just so she could come and look for him. Then, she would surround him and chat to him, just like a chirping bird.
If he did not reply to her after a long time, she would rest her chin on her hands in disappointment. Then, she would stare at him with her big, glistening eyes and ask him, “Brother Xiaosi, were my stories too boring and hence you did not like them?”
“…”
He did not know how to respond to that back then.
That was because he did not know how to tell her that his eyes and heart had been set on her the moment she appeared before him.
He had placed all of his attention on her lively face and could not focus on anything else.
He did not even hear the stories that she had told him.
Afraid that she was sad and would not tell him stories anymore, he would always raise his head in the end and pat her on her tiny head in encouragement.
“No, you told the stories so well that I was entranced by them.”
And so, she would continue to tell the stories happily after receiving his encouragement.
As long as this happened, the butler and servants in the villa would all reveal an alarmed expression, as if they were suspecting that they had seen a counterfeit Young Master.
She was the only silly one who would ask him.
“Brother Xiaosi, why is everyone looking at you? Could it be that they all wanted to snatch you away from me because you are too good looking?” After she finished speaking, she even climbed onto him worriedly and clung onto his body with her arms and legs to declare sovereignty over him.
“You are mine, I have already placed a seal on you. No one can snatch you from me!”
Those words triggered a burst of laughter among the people surrounding them.
She had been like this ever since she was young. Even though she was born into a rich family, her character has always been loud and casual. She was very decisive with her likes and dislikes, and would never play it coy.
Others only felt that she had behaved this way because a youth knows no fear.
However, he was the only one who knew that it was because she was filled with insecurity.
Even though her parents were very loving, her mother had been in a very critical state when she had given birth to her.
Her mother had gone into a vegetative state the moment she was born.
She nearly lost her life on a few occasions.
She only had her father around during her childhood years. Without her mother, she witnessed with her own eyes how her father trudged through every day as he waited for her mother to regain consciousness.
Years passed by.
It took so long that everyone assumed that her mother would never wake up.
From that period onward, she told herself that everything could wait, but not love.
If she liked someone, she must tell him immediately.
She would do her best to strive for him. At the very least, she would not have any regrets even if they did not make it together in the end…
When Tang Yuansi thought of this, his arm hugged her more tightly. As he put his thin lips against the top of her head, he muttered softly, “Sorry…”
