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"I don't know," Rong Zheng said, glancing at Song Shiyan again. "You'll have to ask my older brother."

Song Shiyan: "..."

Shen Qiuxian immediately looked at Song Shiyan, "Is Yan'er pregnant? You child, Yan'er is so young, how could you do this?" While she spoke reproachfully, her face lit up with a smile, "How could you keep such a big thing from me?"

She handed Tangtang to Rong Zheng, saying, "You hold her. I'm going to call Yan. She's young, and she's probably terrified to suddenly find out she's pregnant. I need to comfort her."

Song Shiyan rubbed his temples helplessly. "Grandma, she's not pregnant."

Shen Qiuxian's smile froze instantly. "Are you sure?"

Song Shiyan nodded, "Confirmed." Then he turned to look at Rong Zheng.

Rong Zheng read helplessness and amusement in his eyes, as well as a deeper meaning she couldn't understand. She awkwardly lowered her eyes to look at her daughter in her arms.

The woman felt nauseous, and the two were a couple deeply in love, so it's normal for her to misunderstand, right?

Shen Qiuxian was filled with disappointment. She wanted to scold Song Shiyan for being useless, but she couldn't bring herself to say it because Wei Shuyan was so young. She could only glare at him fiercely before pulling Rong Zheng to the restaurant for dinner.

It started pouring rain outside while they were eating, and the rain showed no sign of stopping even after they finished their meal.

Shen Qiuxian looked at Song Shiyan and Rong Zheng and said, "The rain is too heavy, it's not safe to drive. Don't go back to the city tonight, just stay here."

Song Shiyan: "Hmm."

Rong Zheng's brows furrowed with worry. She had to go to work tomorrow, and this place was so far from the city center. Would she make it in time?

"I'll take you tomorrow, so you won't be late for work."

Rong Zheng looked at Song Shiyan in surprise. Could this man read minds? How did he know what she was thinking?

Shen Qiuxian smiled and said, "Rong girl, don't worry. Shi Yan sometimes stays here overnight, and it has never interfered with his work."

Rong Zheng nodded, "I'm sorry to have troubled the old lady."

"No trouble at all." Shen Qiuxian turned to the maid and instructed, "Go and prepare a room."

Song Shiyan said, "We have to get up early tomorrow, so let Rong Zheng and the child sleep at my place so as not to disturb you."

Shen Qiuxian looked at Song Shiyan with some surprise. No woman had ever stayed in his residence before. Even when Yan Yatou came, she stayed there. He actually took the initiative to offer Rong Zheng and her daughter a place to stay.

She naturally didn't think her grandson would have any feelings for Rong Zheng; she was simply surprised.

It seems he still has deep feelings for the Lu family. Even though Rong Zheng and Lu Peichuan divorced, he still takes good care of his younger brother's ex-wife and children.

I need to get up early tomorrow and take Tangtang home first. Living with Song Shiyan will definitely save a lot of time, but Rong Zheng remembers the housekeeper saying that no one can enter Song Shiyan's Bamboo Pavilion without his permission. Obviously, it's not a place that just anyone can go.

So she looked at Song Shiyan and asked, "Won't this be inconvenient?"

Song Shiyan: "No."

Shen Qiuxian held Tangtang and played with her for a while. Then, remembering that Rong Zheng and Song Shiyan had to get up early the next day, she told them to go and rest.

The car was parked at Zhutingxuan.

Song Shiyan got out of the car with an umbrella, opened the back door, and said, "Take your time getting out."

Rong Zheng looked at Song Shiyan holding an umbrella outside the car, feeling somewhat flattered.

The man held a black umbrella in one hand and shielded her head from the car roof with the other. He was considerate and meticulous. He was of noble status, and usually, others would treat him this way. But now, he was opening the car door and holding an umbrella for her.

He doesn't act subserviently or servilely when serving others; instead, he exudes a charming gentlemanly air. Indeed, good looks make everything he does look good.

"Thank you, brother." Rong Zheng got out of the car carrying her daughter.

The two walked together toward the Bamboo Pavilion, passing through the lush green bamboo forest, and their view suddenly opened up, revealing a vast expanse of crabapple trees.

The emerald green leaves, glistening with rainwater, and the bright, vibrant flowers, washed by the rain, looked as if they had just taken a bath, lively and radiant like a spirited young girl.

So beautiful.

Rong Zheng was stunned by this scene and couldn't help but stop and watch.

Who would have thought that Song Shiyan, with his aloof and refined demeanor, would plant so many crabapple blossoms in front of his own house?

"like?"

A man's deep, clear voice rang in my ears.

Rong Zheng nodded without hesitation, "Yes, it's very beautiful."

Looking at Rong Zheng's relaxed and smiling face, Song Shiyan's thin lips curled slightly. "Go inside first. It's raining, don't let the child get damp."

Rong Zheng pulled Tangtang closer to her and walked towards the house in front of her.

Song Shiyan escorted Rong Zheng into the house, then looked up at the second floor. "The room on the far right is all ready. You can go up first. I'll go back to the car to get Tangtang's things."

"Okay." Under the light, Rong Zheng noticed that half of Song Shiyan's body was wet. The shoulder furthest from hers was covered in rain, and his black shirt was much darker in color. In contrast, she and her daughter were completely dry.

So he just held the umbrella over her side?

She didn't even notice.

This kind of quiet thoughtfulness warms one's heart.

You're wet.

Song Shiyan didn't seem to care much. "It's alright," he said, turning and leaving.

When Rong Zheng entered the room, she found two sets of clothes on the bed: a silk nightgown and a casual outfit. There was even underwear. She checked it and saw that the size was the same as hers, so it was obviously prepared for her.

But how did Song Shiyan know her bra size?

Suddenly, the image of Wei Shuyan appeared in Rong Zheng's mind. She seemed to be about the same height and build as her. These must all be Wei Shuyan's.

Song Shiyan came in through the door carrying Tangtang's things. He saw Rong Zheng staring blankly at the clothes on the bed. "They're all brand new and have already been washed and dried."

These were all new clothes he had prepared for Wei Shuyan. They didn't seem quite right for her, but she hadn't brought anything with her, so she could only accept them, saying, "Thank you."

Song Shiyan placed the items on the table, pointed to the thermos, and said, "This is boiling water." He then pointed to the kettle, saying, "This is cooled boiled water."

Making formula for Tangtang does require both boiled water and cooled boiled water. I didn't expect him to have prepared so much. "Okay, I understand."

The man glanced around the room, as if checking if anything was missing, then looked at her again. "I live next door. Feel free to contact me anytime you need anything."

"Okay." Seeing Song Shiyan turn to leave, Rong Zheng quickly reminded him, "You're wet, go back to your room and take a shower first, don't catch a cold."

Hearing the woman's concerned words, Song Shiyan's thin lips curled slightly. When he turned to look at Rong Zheng, his expression was calm. "Okay, get some rest."

"The same to you."

Song Shiyan nodded and left the room.

Rong Zheng wasn't familiar with Song Shiyan before. She thought he was aloof, arrogant, and unapproachable, which made him intimidating. But after meeting him a few more times recently, she realized that he wasn't as difficult to get along with as she had imagined. On the contrary, he was actually quite nice.

After giving Tangtang a bath and putting her to sleep, Rong Zheng took a shower. She didn't rush to sleep afterward because Tangtang needed to be fed every 3-4 hours. She had fed her before leaving the house, and three hours had passed, so she figured she would need to eat again soon.

An hour passed, and Tangtang didn't wake up. Instead, she slept very soundly, which was a bit strange.

Rong Zheng put down her phone and touched Tang Tang's forehead; it seemed a little hot.

Could it be a fever?

She pressed her forehead against Tangtang's forehead for a while, still unsure, so she went to Song Shiyan's door and knocked, "Big brother, are you asleep?"

A moment later, the back door opened from the inside, and Song Shiyan appeared before her wearing a black silk nightgown. The nightgown had a suit collar, revealing two prominent collarbones and a long, graceful jawline.

She had only ever seen him dressed in a crisp, neat shirt and trousers, with the top button fastened, looking serious and abstinent. Seeing him so casual and relaxed at home, Rong Zheng was momentarily stunned.

"What's wrong?"

The man's deep, clear voice instantly brought Rong Zheng back to her senses. "Tangtang seems to have a fever. Do you have a thermometer here?"

"Wait a moment." Song Shiyan turned and went into the house, quickly returning with a first-aid kit. "I'll go with you to take a look."

The two entered the room, and Song Shiyan took out a thermometer from the first-aid kit and handed it to Rong Zheng.

Rong Zheng gently placed the thermometer on Tangtang's forehead, and the thermometer quickly showed 37.5℃.

Low-grade fever.

"Brother, do you have any fever-reducing patches?"

"No, you take care of the child, I'll go buy it."

"But this place is far from the city center, and it's raining outside."

"It's nothing." Song Shiyan turned and quickly left.

Rong Zheng watched Song Shiyan's departing figure, feeling a warm glow in her heart. The boss was really a good person, decisive and efficient, yet considerate and thoughtful.

She went to the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and took two towels. She soaked them in cold water, wrung them out, and placed them on Tangtang's forehead to cool her down physically.

About an hour and a half later, Song Shiyan returned.

Rong Zheng got up to take the things from his hands, but after sitting on the edge of the bed for too long, her legs went numb, her steps faltered, and her body staggered forward uncontrollably. Just as she was about to fall, a strong arm reached out and firmly held her waist.

She leaned into Song Shiyan's arms, the warmth of his palm burning hot, instantly soothing her slightly cool skin through the thin silk fabric.

Rong Zheng's heart trembled slightly. She looked up and met a pair of deep eyes.

The man's eyes were like a dark, bottomless sea, his two black pupils like two deep whirlpools, as if one careless move would pull you in and swallow you whole.

Song Shiyan looked at the panicked woman in his arms. His palm held her soft, slender waist, and his nostrils were filled with her light and pleasant body fragrance. This scent was just like that night—bewitching and bewitching.

In her presence, he didn't need her to deliberately seduce him; a small, accidental touch was enough to instantly shatter his proud self-control.

Song Shiyan's deep, dark gaze fell on Rong Zheng's red lips. He slowly leaned down, inch by inch, closing the distance between the two.

Rong Zheng's body stiffened, her pupils trembled slightly, and her eyelashes fluttered frantically.

What...what does he want to do?