Chapter 497 His date is... marriage?
Night fell.
Tang Xiaoya sat on the sofa, watching Xiao Tangxin's videos on repeat.
She misses her little baby; she really misses her.
She wanted to kiss, hug, and pinch her little face.
As she watched, her eyes reddened.
She had already guessed that Yan Jin knew Xiao Tangxin's identity.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be holding onto the child so tightly.
After her date with him, she was determined to win Tang Xin back, even if it meant a complete falling out; she would never give Tang Xin to him.
Yang Ting led Wen Youyou in.
"Sister Xiaoya, where are you hurt?"
When Wen Youyou rushed in, her eyes instantly turned red.
She examined her injuries carefully.
"It's nothing, just a superficial injury," Tang Xiaoya patted her hand.
"It's all my fault for not protecting you properly. He deserves to be eliminated! How could that bastard abandon you and run away?"
As Wen Youyou cursed, tears streamed down her face.
Tang Xiaoya watched her cry her heart out, and tried to force a smile, but the movement aggravated the wound on her back, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Alright, alright, it's not his fault."
Her voice was weak, but calm.
"The bandits came too suddenly; no one expected it."
But only she knew how dangerous it was when seventeen people surrounded her.
If she wasn't careful, she could really be chopped into dozens of pieces. She was grateful for her hard work in practicing kung fu over the past two years, and because of Xiao Tangxin and him, she told herself that she must not fall.
Wen Youyou sniffled, choking back tears.
"Sister Xiaoya, don't speak up for him. You must be really upset with him inside."
Tang Xiaoya reached out her uninjured hand and gently patted Wen Youyou's head.
His eyes were so gentle they could melt your heart.
“Everyone has their own choices. He can’t be my husband, but he will always be my brother Yifan.”
"And you will always be my little sister Youyou."
She would never forget their kindness in saving her life, so she always asked her sister to help Wen Yifan.
Fortunately, he lived up to expectations.
"Sister Xiaoya." Wen Youyou hugged her tightly and cried even harder.
Wen Youyou stayed and had dinner with Tang Xiaoya. They chatted for another half hour before leaving the villa.
Tang Xiaoya went up to her room and into the bathroom; she wanted to take a shower.
The bathroom was filled with steam.
Because she couldn't get her right arm and back wounds wet, the bath was exceptionally difficult.
She held the showerhead in one hand, struggling to rinse her body, but dared not let it wet her back, so she could only use a wet towel to slowly wipe the edges.
Even after half a day, I can only rub up to the vicinity of my shoulder.
She sighed, somewhat annoyed.
Sudden.
A large, warm, and dry hand with distinct knuckles reached out from behind her and grasped the towel in her hand with exceptional precision.
Tang Xiaoya's body froze instantly.
She turned around abruptly.
Yan Jin stood behind him, her tall figure almost blocking the entire doorway. She was wearing a white shirt and trousers, looking ascetic and noble.
"you!"
Tang Xiaoya's mind went blank for a moment. She quickly grabbed a towel to cover herself, but forgot that she still had an injury on her hand. The movement was too big, and she cried out in pain.
"Get out!"
Her voice was a mixture of shame and anger, trembling slightly.
Yan Jin remained silent.
He turned around and closed the bathroom door behind him.
The space suddenly felt cramped and confined.
His cool, refreshing scent, mixed with the moisture, enveloped her completely.
"Can't you understand human language? I told you to get out!" Tang Xiaoya took a step back, but her back pressed against the cold wall.
Yan Jin's gaze fell on her smooth back, where a hideous wound covered with gauze made her smooth back stand out starkly, causing him great heartache!
He frowned.
"If you can't wash it clean yourself, I'll help you."
His tone was as flat as if he were stating a fact.
"I don't need your permission!" Tang Xiaoya was furious. How could this person be so self-righteous?
Yan Jin took a step forward, and the tall shadow completely enveloped her.
He looked down at her, his thin lips parting slightly.
"My back is still sweaty, so it's uncomfortable to sleep on."
Tang Xiaoya's face instantly turned bright red, not from embarrassment, but from anger.
"Yan Jin, get out." Just as she was cursing, Yan Jin had already taken the towel from her hand, wet it with warm water, and walked around behind her.
He gently pressed a warm towel against the skin of his back, carefully avoiding the wounds.
Tang Xiaoya tensed up completely.
His fingers would occasionally brush against her skin, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing against her skin, sending a slight shiver down her spine.
She could clearly feel the heat emanating from his chest, scorching her back through the thin air.
Humiliation, anger, and a vague sense of panic swirled and churned within her.
She bit her lip tightly, remaining silent.
Finally, he stopped moving.
A large, dry bath towel covered her completely.
The next second, the world spun around.
He lifted her up in his arms.
"Put me down! I can walk by myself."
"Be good, I have a gift for you."
He ignored her and carried her out of the bathroom with steady steps, heading towards the bed.
"I don't want anything," she said stubbornly.
"Mommy, Mommy."
Suddenly, a soft, sweet voice rang out.
Tang Xiaoya thought she was hallucinating. She looked around and then saw a little figure running over with short legs next to the wardrobe.
"Heart."
Tang Xiaoya broke free from Yan Jin's embrace, quickly wrapped herself in a bath towel, and picked up Xiao Tangxin directly.
Fearing that she might pull on her wound, Yan Jin quickly reached out to help support Xiao Tangxin's buttocks.
"Baby, Mommy's little baby."
Tang Xiaoya kept kissing her little face, her eyes reddening.
She hadn't seen her child for many days and missed him terribly.
"Xinxin misses Mommy, but Mommy is naughty and doesn't come to see Xinxin."
Little Tang placed her two small hands on her face and pouted.
"I'm sorry, baby." Tang Xiaoya's tears welled up. "Mommy misses Xinxin too."
She held the child and sat him on the edge of the bed.
"Mommy, don't cry, my heart is soothing."
Xiao Tang blew on the area of her arm that was wrapped in gauze.
Tang Xiaoya was completely charmed by her and hugged her tightly while talking to her.
"What did Xin Xin eat for dinner? Let me check if she's full?"
Tang Xin quickly lifted her clothes to show her bulging little belly, "There are chicken wings, vegetables, and eggs..."
Yan Jin watched the mother and son chatting and smiled.
He went into the bathroom and took a shower.
When he came out, he was only wearing a loose bath towel around his lower body, and he was barefoot on the soft carpet in the bedroom.
Water droplets rolled down his dark hair, across his angular jawline, down his long neck, past his pectoral muscles and V-line, and disappeared into the towel.
He was absolutely irresistible.
Tang Xiaoya's breath caught in her throat for a moment.
She quickly looked away, her heartbeat inexplicably erratic. She had already changed into her pajamas, and Xiao Tang was fast asleep.
"Yan Jin, I didn't plan to let you stay here overnight."
Did they treat this place like a hotel?
Yan Jin nodded. "Then we'll be going now."
He said "we," and then reached out to hug Xiao Tangxin.
Tang Xiaoya gritted her teeth and slapped his hand.
"Don't touch her, go sleep over there."
Tang Xiaoya held the baby, closed her eyes, and ignored him.
She fell asleep soon after, probably because he was there, which made her feel especially at ease.
In the middle of the night, she was awakened by a kiss. She opened her eyes and saw the man on top of her, lost in the kiss.
What are you doing?
Yan Jin gently stroked her hair. "Baby, it's past midnight."
Our date has begun.
Tang Xiaoya: "..."
Yan Jin's burning kisses rained down on everyone, yet the air in the room was surprisingly scalding.
In the end, he still succumbed to depravity.
...
The next morning, Tang Xiaoya opened her eyes and found Xiaotangxin still nestled beside her.
She looked down at her with tender eyes and kissed her several more times.
Suddenly, a commotion arose downstairs.
She got up, got dressed, and went to the balcony.
One glance was enough to leave me stunned.
Downstairs, a row of black luxury cars were parked, their bodies adorned with flowers and ribbons. The lead car was a limited-edition black Rolls-Royce, its hood decorated with countless bright red roses arranged in a gigantic heart shape.
This is quite a spectacle...
Is it a wedding car?
Tang Xiaoya was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat.
Just then, the rear door of the Rolls-Royce was pushed open.
A tall and imposing figure walked out.
It was Yan Jin.
Today he wore a finely tailored, handmade haute couture suit. The deep dark blue color accentuated his broad shoulders and long legs, making him look like a top male model.
That face, already breathtakingly handsome, now appeared even more striking in the morning light, its features so deep and defined that it made one's legs go weak.
The man looked up and his gaze locked precisely on Tang Xiaoya, who was still sleepy-eyed and wearing her pajamas on the balcony.
He glanced at his watch and shouted loudly upstairs.
"Tang Xiaoya!"
"I'm only giving you half an hour to change!"
"You lazybones, you've wasted three hours of my date time!"
His date is...marriage?
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