After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

When Si Ting and his grandfather heard about the extravagance of the engagement ceremony, they were furious.

Several ornaments in the Si family's old house were smashed.

No matter how angry she was, she could only watch as Si Lin became less and less likely to come home.

He doesn't get married, doesn't look for other women, and only has that one woman in his life.

As the days went by, the two of them slowly came to their senses.

Si Lin wasn't joking; he genuinely intended to spend his life with that special admission student.

If they don't accept that commoner, they won't have any grandchildren.

The two of them felt a little dizzy for a moment.

The Si family has had only one son per generation for three generations. As for Si Lin, let alone having a grandson, he doesn't even want to step into the Si family manor anymore.

Si Ting couldn't sit still any longer, so he sent someone to inquire. The person returned and said that the young master had opened a studio for Miss Ruan Tang in the south of the city, specializing in flower arranging.

They were living a very comfortable life and had no intention of admitting their mistakes.

The first two generations of leaders in the Si family were at their wits' end.

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One afternoon, Ruan Tang sat at the coffee table in the living room, fiddling with a vase.

Today's color is blue roses paired with pink lilies of the valley.

The little girl was wearing a cream-colored knit sweater and a light apricot-colored long skirt, with a few wisps of hair hanging down her neck.

She was very focused when arranging flowers, her profile illuminated by the sunlight, making her look gentle and graceful.

Si Lin sat diagonally opposite, holding a document in his hand, without turning a single page for a long time.

The more he looked at her, the softer his heart became.

This girl, from head to toe, from her face to her body, was every inch of him's heart.

He doted on her, and they were intimate quite frequently, never using any protection.

But the young girl never got pregnant.

Qin Zhou once said that she had a weak constitution and needed to be cherished and cared for, and that she needed to be nurtured slowly.

Si Lin has always let things take their natural course.

Lately, however, he has been feeling anxious and insecure, increasingly wanting them to become a couple, but also afraid that she might not like the baby.

When Ruan Tang stood up, she swayed and fell to the side.

Si Lin's gaze never left her.

He threw down the document almost instantly, took two steps forward, stretched out his long arm, and pulled the little girl into his arms.

Ruan Tang bumped into his chest, her forehead brushing against his chin, her eyes half-closed, her face somewhat pale.

"Tangtang?" Si Lin pressed one hand on her back and cupped her face with the other, looking down at her.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing was shallow, and she was so weak that she had no strength at all.

"I feel a little dizzy," she said softly.

Si Lin felt a sudden heaviness in his chest.

He picked her up, placed her on the sofa, and then pulled a thin blanket over her.

He knelt down beside the sofa, touching her forehead and then feeling the back of her neck.

It wasn't hot; in fact, it felt a bit cool.

The more he touched it, the more flustered he became, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

"Is there anything else that's bothering you? Do you feel nauseous?" he asked, one question after another.

Ruan Tang shook her head and said, "It must be because he got up too quickly."

Si Lin wouldn't listen to a word.

He dialed Qin Zhou's number, his voice cold and urgent: "Come to the small manor, now, quickly."

After hanging up the phone, he helped the person up and held them in his arms.

Ruan Tang, a tiny bundle, buried her face in his shoulder, breathing very softly.

Si Lin stroked her back while warming her cold hands.

His palms were large, completely enveloping her hand.

"It's alright, the doctor will be here soon," he said softly, whether to comfort her or to himself, it was unclear.

"Don't be nervous," Ruan Tang said with a helpless smile as she looked at him.

"I'm not nervous," Si Lin said.

But his hands were shaking.

Ruan Tang didn't expose him, but just leaned her head against his neck.

Si Lin lowered his head and kissed the top of her head.

Today she wore only a small pink and white pearl hair clip, which made her look even more fragile.

Qin Zhou arrived very quickly.

After checking her over, they said there was nothing seriously wrong, she was just a bit tired these past few days.

I prescribed some gentle remedies and told her to get plenty of rest.

Si Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He personally carried her upstairs, put her in bed, and then fed her a glass of warm water, sip by sip.

Ruan Tang was extremely sleepy and shook her head after drinking a few sips.

He put down his water glass, sat on the edge of the bed, placed his palm on her forehead, and after a while, took her hand in his.

"Go to sleep," he said.

Ruan Tang slowly closed her eyelids.

Si Lin lay down on the other side, gently pulled her into his arms, lowered his head to kiss her forehead, and said, "If you were pregnant, would I be tiring you out?"

Ruan Tang could no longer hear anything and fell into a deep sleep.

Si Lin felt even more guilty, realizing he had gone too far these past few nights.

She was already in poor health, and he, without any restraint, now actually wants a baby.

How could such a petite woman endure the pain of pregnancy?

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Deep within his consciousness, the small system of light spun around anxiously.

At first, it also thought that Tangtang was tired.

But it quickly realized something was wrong.

Tangtang's dizziness wasn't physical, but rather a result of her soul being affected by the rules of this world.

But the impact was not malicious; instead, some restrictions were quietly removed.

Luck is soaring.

The small system could hardly believe it.

Si Lin's love had already reached its peak, and in the past two years, the good fortune that Ruan Tang had gained from him had become a constant.

The only increase came from the faith merits on Shenglan's side; although the growth was steady, it wasn't much.

Compared to the male lead's luck, it's insignificant.

But why is it climbing again today?