The next morning, a quarrel broke out outside the door.

"Miss Tang is still asleep. Please come back later."

"It's already past noon and she's still not awake. Does she really think she's still a rich young lady who has to follow the rules here? Get out of the way."

Song Wan pushed aside the maid, opened the door, and rushed in.

Upon hearing the noise, Tang Nuan quickly got up and changed her clothes, and was sitting by the bed watching over the child.

"Miss Song, what brings you here so early in the morning?"

Song Wan stared intently at the child, wishing she could snatch him away.

Tang Nuan seemed to sense her motives, so she picked up the child on the bed and said coldly, "If there's nothing else, you can go out. Siye will be back soon."

Song Wan looked at Tang Nuan and saw fear flickering between her brows.

"You blind man, how come you've been able to stay here for so long? Siye really likes you."

She stepped forward, getting closer and closer to the bedside.

"You're just blind, yet you manage to seduce men with that innocent face. You're just like Su Li; your whole family are vixens!"

As she spoke, Song Wan slapped Tang Nuan across the face.

But Tang Nuan dodged quickly and the blow wasn't too serious.

She quickly stood up, holding the child, and said, "Get out of here right now, and don't go near the child."

“I brought this child back in the first place, why should you take him for yourself?”

Anger flashed across Song Wan's face, her hands itching as she stared intently at the child, wanting to snatch it back.

"Why is the door open?"

Just then, Siye walked in from outside. He had just returned from his busy work and hadn't had time to change out of his trench coat.

He took off his sunglasses, looked at Song Wan sternly, and said, "Who let you into my room?"

Song Wan's expression softened considerably, and she stepped aside, saying, "It's nothing. I heard the child crying, so I came to check."

"Get out."

She didn't dare to say a word and turned to leave.

Tang Nuan breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that she had left.

But the baby in her arms started crying loudly.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry," Tang Nuan said, trying to comfort her.

Siye: "This is really annoying. He's crying again. I'll have someone take him out."

"No, the child must stay here."

"This child isn't yours, why are you so concerned? Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired!"

Seeing her determined look, Si Ye couldn't do anything to her.

"You have three minutes to appease him, or I'll send him away."

"I'll definitely make him happy."

Tang Nuan carried the baby around the house and also asked someone to prepare milk powder.

Tang Nuan felt something was wrong as she held the baby, and when she reached out to touch him, she found that the little guy had pooped.

"Could you send someone to buy some diapers? The baby has soiled himself."

Siye was about to change his clothes when he heard this, he paused, and a deep displeasure appeared on his face.

"Do I have to take care of everything this kid does, from eating and drinking to pooping and peeing? I'm not his father."

"I'll give you the money, you can have someone go and buy it for you."

Tang Nuan walked to the bedside and pulled out a box containing a lot of valuable jewelry and some cash.

Siye: "Those were all gifts from me. Do you think I would be short of money?"

"So what exactly do you want in return for helping me?"

"How is it?" He smiled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, and reached out to lift her chin.

What do you think?

Tang Nuan looked away with disdain, "This child is so pitiful, and his parents aren't around right now. Can you do something good and be nicer to the child?"

"Good news?"

Siye looked at the child in her arms, his eyes darkening.

"If there are so many kind people in this world, why is no one kinder to me?"

Tang Nuan was slightly taken aback, remembering what he had said about his background: his parents sold him to human traffickers after he was born.

He lived a life of abuse and displacement since childhood. If someone had lent him a helping hand back then, perhaps he wouldn't be where he is today.

Seeing her silence, Si Ye sneered, "Don't try to pity me, I don't need your pity."