On the balcony, Tang Xiaowan was looking at the parasol tree outside the front door while talking on the phone.
She really didn’t mince her words!
Exercising both kindness and severity with ease.
Leng Lingxiao lay lazily on the bed, watching her with admiration, never tiring of the sight.
Yet in a fleeting moment, he suddenly felt that his Little Wife was different than before, starting to play with her mobile phone and taking her work more seriously, seemingly neglecting him a bit.
Would she turn into a career woman later?
And then... inevitably, there would be contact with other men, which could be extremely concerning.
No, that wasn’t his original intention; he just wanted her to have something to do, to stay away from Wang Junchen’s vengeful dangers, unaffected by him.
Until Tang Xiaowan finished arranging her tasks and returned to the bedside, Leng Lingxiao was still lost in his thoughts.
"Hey, Huahua, what are you thinking about?"
The sweet voice of his Little Wife brought Leng Lingxiao back to reality; he pursed his lips and answered meaningfully, "When can we... have a ’baby’?"
Tang Xiaowan almost fainted from shock.
Indeed, after pondering for a long while, he only thought about trapping her with a child, taking his cue from his good friend Shen Yiming.
Without sacrificing the child, you can’t trap the wife.
Shen Yiming was a successful example. After Li Ruonan got pregnant, she indeed became much more attentive to Shen Yiming and a lot more gentle.
"A baby? Oh... wanting a baby now!" Tang Xiaowan nodded, then touched her nose.
"Yes, will you have one for me?"
"Well... isn’t that a bit..."
Leng Lingxiao’s eyes flashed, and with a stretch of his long arm, he pulled her directly into his arms, his eagerness resembling a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
Humph, just as they said online, men are one way before marriage and another after.
Not in a hurry, do you call this not being in a hurry?
The certificate was obtained less than half a month ago, and he’s already eagerly starting the second phase of his plan?
Just as Tang Xiaowan was about to reproach him, the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. She glanced sideways, immediately sensing trouble.
"Let go, it’s Grandma."
"It’s just a phone call, no big deal."
Tang Xiaowan bit her lip, her face shy: "Stop it, how can someone answer ? Grandma will misunderstand, it’s so embarrassing!"
"They can’t see, what’s there to be afraid of?" Leng Lingxiao retorted and threw a charming look at his Little Wife.
"Ah, come on, stop it!"
"Alright, alright, here, here."
Leng Lingxiao handed her the phone with a smile, but his other hand was still around her slender waist, showing no intention of letting go.
Pride was written all over his handsome face.
Struggling now would surely bring her no good, as he might do something unpredictable.
At least that was what she knew from her understanding.
"Tangtang, not busy right now?" Tang Mei’s voice came through the phone.
Indeed, as soon as the phone was answered, Tang Xiaowan felt Ling Xiao’s distinctively jointed large hand begin to wander up and down. He was very good at controlling the situation, if you said he was being a pervert, he really hadn’t done anything, simply stirring up turmoil.
"Grandma, calling... is there something?" Tang Xiaowan, cheeks crimson, asked awkwardly.
"You and Ling Xiao don’t come back to Chicheng for now, come straight to Huang City," Tang Mei paused, then explained, "I think you’d better come over, even though we plan to keep it simple, it would be too casual if it’s just us elders."
Upon hearing it was about setting the wedding, the already enthusiastic Leng Lingxiao gave his Little Wife a peck on the forehead, unable to contain his excitement.
So annoying, taking advantage again!
She had yet to settle the score about the baby talk with him, and suddenly she felt the urge to tease him.
"Just the other day, didn’t you agree with me?"
"Madam Leng dotes on you, treating you like her daughter, but we can’t be too impolite, after all, setting a wedding date... is a big deal."
"Changing your mind just like that, fine, then I’ll change my mind too, just..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Leng Lingxiao swiftly switched their positions, putting him on top and her beneath, and promptly snatched the phone.
"Grandma, it’s me, Ling Xiao."
"Why are you doing this? Are you trying to suffocate me? Why did you take my phone? Give it back to me now."
"Grandma, it’s fine. Tangtang is doing well."
"I can barely breathe..."
On the other end of the phone, Tang Mei listened to her granddaughter’s feigned struggle and then quickly hung up.
This girl didn’t even make it sound believable!
She had raised the child herself and knew her all too well: naughty and mischievous, a true drama queen, but blissfully unaware of her poor acting skills.
"When will Tangtang and the others come back?" Wang Jinhui put down the watering can and asked with concern.
He was currently helping Tang Mei take care of the vegetable garden. The surrounding wall was newly built, and the seeds had been sown just yesterday. The transformation from a garden to a vegetable garden had only taken two days.
Tang Mei didn’t even know what had gotten into her to agree to such a scheme.
"Probably early tomorrow morning."
"Oh, that’s good. I’m looking forward to sharing some spinach growing tips with Tangtang." Wang Jinhui nodded thoughtfully.
He seemed to be waiting for a special friend, the anticipation evident.
Well, another actor in the play.
I can’t believe it, she’s just a 20-year-old girl whose hands have barely touched a drop of water, yet she’s supposed to have more experience than you, an old fool?
Ah, whatever, none of them are worry-free.
Tang Mei couldn’t be bothered to burst his bubble and walked away leisurely—the delivery man should be arriving soon, and she needed to sign for the delivery herself.
Sure enough, just as she walked past the dining room and hadn’t even reached the front hall yet, the doorbell rang.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong...
"Madam." Li Fugui hurried over.
Tang Mei waved her hand and went to answer the door herself, anticipation flickering in her deep eyes, her steps brisk yet her silhouette deceptively heavy.
Is the Madam waiting for someone?
As the door slowly opened, a middle-aged woman in a black suit came into view.
This time, it must be good news, right?
"Good afternoon, Madam!"
Tang Mei smiled and gestured, but just as she was taking the document bag from the middle-aged woman, Wang Jinhui, who was supposed to be busy in the small garden, came running.
"Tang Mei, Tang Mei, I’ve finished watering. Think about it... see if we need to plant anything else?"
His voice was so loud that the entire building could hear him.
Why does this person look so familiar? Have I seen her before somewhere?
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Wang Jinhui suddenly remembered the last time Tang Mei was deep in thought and didn’t even eat dinner, all because this woman had brought a document bag.
The man’s eyes flashed with insight.
"We have guests, please come in, come in, please come in!" Wang Jinhui quickly walked to Tang Mei’s side and enthusiastically welcomed the guest like the host of the house.
You really don’t consider yourself an outsider!
Middle-aged woman: "?"
So, no more hiding the relationship?
After glancing at Tang Mei, the middle-aged woman quickly smiled and replied, "Thank you for your kindness, but I have other matters to attend to and mustn’t disturb you any longer. Goodbye."
"Oh, okay, feel free to visit anytime."
Hearing this, Tang Mei silently lamented in her heart: Really, neither the young nor the old give me any peace!
Then, she took the document bag and went upstairs.