Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 144: He Loves Someone, Without Hesitation
Everyone has their own way of living.
Each person’s way of living is different, and forcing it on someone only brings pain.
Ningxia Chuan wasn’t wrong in saying that Tang Si isn’t obliviously living—he’s living too clearly.
Clearer than anyone else.
For so many years, Tang Si has been decadent and depraved to his core, how could one possibly move him? It’s simply impossible.
Trying to get him to bask in the sun, to see the light—is that even possible? In this line of work as a detective, you expect to see sunlight?
What you end up seeing is every dark side of the world.
Indifferent to everything, which makes everyone think he’s cold-blooded.
Gradually, everyone wants to distance themselves from him, thinking that he’s hard to get along with, a monster.
Tang Si has always been a smart and perceptive person, and of course, he knows where the problem lies.
Thus, he became the way he is now.
Always wearing a smile, lazy and roguish, boundlessly wild yet mixed with a calm reserve, and possessing the chill of a snowy peak.
He is glamorous, seeming better than anyone else.
Yet, deep down, he’s rotting, gloomy, like a walking corpse.
He does whatever people like, whatever society accepts, but contrary to being a mere zombie, he has his own thoughts.
Look, he still thinks about punishing evil and promoting good, about serving the people, about making the world a better place.
But now, he loves someone, recklessly so.
What of the decay?
Withered trees will also see spring, and time will cleanse; things will get better day by day.
Ningxia Chuan pursed his lips: "Alright, I won’t say anymore."
Tang Si smiled: "Don’t say it in the future either."
"Saying so much tonight was to tell you that I understand everything you said, and I don’t want to hear your nagging every time."
"Like a nagging old woman."
Tang Si straightened up, the smile on his face faint, and patted Ningxia Chuan’s shoulder: "I know you mean well for me, got it, I’ll go in first and head back to the team later."
Having said that, Tang Si turned and left.
Ningxia Chuan watched his back and suddenly added: "Tang Si, you should see a doctor regularly, you need to take medication."
"Otherwise, I’ll report your situation to the higher-ups."
Tang Si’s steps suddenly stopped.
Ningxia Chuan looked at his back and said: "If that time comes, you won’t be able to work and will have to cooperate."
As a good friend, a good brother, he couldn’t just let him be.
Tang Si’s back remained still, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
A second or two later, he turned around.
He was smiling, with a big smile in his eyes.
"Alright." He said, "I’ll arrange it."
...
At the clubhouse.
It was a birthday banquet for a wealthy tycoon.
There were also many high-society ladies present.
"Have you heard? The eldest from the Wen Family is here," one group was discussing.
"Who?"
"I heard he’s called Tang Si? Took his mother’s surname. He’s never attended these events before."
"Very handsome, I heard he’s a cop?"
"Being a cop isn’t good, they’re too busy, there’s no time for romance. Besides, I heard he doesn’t have any status in the Wen Family, what’s the use of being handsome? Better not think of hooking up with him, the Wen Family’s second son, Wen Mu, isn’t bad, he’s said to be the heir to the family business."
"But..." one of them pointed to another table, where Song Yi was sitting, with Wen Mu across from her.
Also present were both their parents.
"He seems to be on a blind date with the lady from the Song Family?"
Song Yi was forcibly brought here to meet Wen Mu on a blind date, and she internally rejected it.
But it also wouldn’t be polite to just get up and leave.
Besides, it seemed like Wen Mu and Tang Si were brothers, and sitting across from her should be Tang Si’s parents, right?
She ought to show some respect towards Tang Si’s parents.
When Tang Si came in, he heard these socialites chatting, and saw Song Yi sitting there conversing with Wen Mu and the others.
The woman was charming, gentle, dignified, her smile sweet and soft.
She was the epitome of a noble lady.
Wen Mu was also pouring her water, handing her food, exceptionally gentlemanly.
Tang Si paused slightly, frowned, licked his lips, and turned to walk in a different direction.
Seeing that familiar back, Song Yi seemed unhappy.
Her heart skipped, and she quickly stood up: "Excuse me, I, I need to use the restroom, please excuse me."
