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

A room of spring.

In the very end, Ruan Tang buried half her face in the pillow, her slender white fingers gripping the sheet beneath her.

The little girl's brows were furrowed tightly, and the corners of her eyes were red.

It seemed that the little flower fairy's soul foundation was undergoing a qualitative change, and was becoming increasingly difficult to endure.

One month later, at the small manor in the south of the city.

When Si Lin returned from the conglomerate, it was just getting dark.

He took off his coat and handed it to the maid, loosened his collar, and walked straight to the dining room.

Ruan Tang sat at the long table, with seven or eight delicate side dishes laid out in front of her. She held a silver spoon in her hand and stirred the porridge in her bowl intermittently.

The porridge was still full, and it looked like no one had eaten a single bite.

Si Lin walked over and bent down to look at her from behind.

She wore a light apricot-colored blouse and a long, soft silk skirt, revealing a pair of fair, white calves that rested on the edge of a chair.

Her face looked even thinner than a few days ago, her eyelashes were drooping, and she didn't seem very energetic.

"Not eating again?" Si Lin asked in a low voice, his large hand covering the back of her neck.

Ruan Tang tilted her head slightly, not dodging, her voice weak and listless: "I don't want to eat, I have no appetite."

Si Lin frowned, pulled out a chair, sat down next to her, and reached out to bring her the bowl of porridge.

He scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to her lips: "Just one bite."

The little girl looked at the spoonful of porridge, hesitated, and only after a long while did she open her little mouth and put in half a spoonful.

She had barely swallowed when her stomach churned. She covered her mouth, shrank back, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Si Lin put down the bowl, pulled her into his arms, and patted her back: "We're not eating anymore, we're not eating anymore."

"It hurts," she whispered, burying her face in his chest, her voice muffled and nasal.

Si Lin lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, then touched her little face, which was a bit cool.

His face darkened, and he looked up at the servant waiting beside him: "Where is Qin Zhou?"

"Young Master, Dr. Qin is already on his way." The servant lowered his head, not daring to breathe.

Ruan Tang grabbed the front of his shirt, tilted her head up, her eyes wet with tears: "I don't want to see a doctor."

"Let Qin Zhou take a look, no need for a shot," he coaxed, wiping away the small patch of moisture from the corner of her eye with his thumb.

She didn't say anything more, just leaned softly against him.

Si Lin put one arm around her waist, took out his phone with the other, dialed a number, and his voice was much colder than before: "Where are you? Hurry up."

After hanging up the phone, he picked her up and strode upstairs.

Ruan Tang nestled in his arms, her two slender white arms encircling his neck, her face pressed against his shoulder.

In the bedroom, Si Lin placed her on the bed and pulled the thin blanket up to her waist.

She was curled up, her small hands covering her lower abdomen, her brows furrowed, looking incredibly pitiful.

"Does it still hurt?" He knelt down beside the bed, covered her small hand with his large hand, and gently pressed it.

"It's not pain, it's just nausea, it comes in waves," Ruan Tang said, her voice soft and gentle.

Si Lin stared at her for a while, then suddenly asked, "Have you had your period this month?"

Ruan Tang was stunned for a moment, then her eyes slowly widened.

She blushed slightly, turned her face away, and whispered, "I don't know, I forgot."

Si Lin's Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't ask any more questions.

He got up and walked to the window, his back to her, his hands in his trouser pockets, his shoulders and back taut, trying to calm himself down.

The system was also very excited in its mind's eye, its sweet little voice exclaiming, "Tangtang! Did he guess? Oh my god! We just found out too!"

Ruan Tang ignored it and only looked at Si Lin's back.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with his dark gray shirt revealing the bulging muscles of his back; just standing there, he exuded an imposing aura.

Qin Zhou arrived shortly after.

He carried the medicine kit upstairs, first taking Ruan Tang's temperature, and then asking her a few questions.

Ruan Tang answered vaguely with her eyes half-closed.

Si Lin stood by the bed, watching Qin Zhou's every move.

Qin Zhou put away his stethoscope, took a half step back, and said to Si Lin, "Young Master Si, may I speak to you in private?"

Si Lin glanced at Ruan Tang, bent down and kissed her forehead: "I'll be right back."

The two left the bedroom.

Qin Zhou lowered his voice: "Young Master Si, Miss Ruan seems to be pregnant, but it's still early in the pregnancy. I suggest taking her to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."

Si Lin didn't speak, leaned against the wall, and loosened his collar.

He turned his head to look at the tightly closed bedroom door, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "How sure are you?"

"Eight or nine out of ten," Qin Zhou said.

Si Lin breathed a sigh of relief; Qin Zhou wouldn't say anything he wasn't sure of.

If it's eight or nine points, then it's basically settled.

Si Lin's eyes were filled with indescribable emotions.

He straightened up and patted Qin Zhou on the shoulder: "Stay here tonight, be on standby."

Qin Zhou acknowledged and went to make the arrangements.

Si Lin pushed the door open again and went back in.

Ruan Tang was still awake, lying on her side with her face buried in the pillow, her almond-shaped eyes glancing over with a misty look.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and gently placed his large hand on her lower abdomen.

It's still quite flat there.

He dared not exert force, only lightly touching her.

The little girl reached out and grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"

"Tangtang." He leaned down, his forehead touching hers, his voice so low it was almost inaudible, "Qin Zhou said you might be pregnant."

Ruan Tang didn't speak, but buried her face in his palm.

She found out yesterday; she didn't expect the baby to come so quickly.

Although she didn't intend to hide it from him, she hadn't figured out how to bring it up.

Now he could see that Ruan Tang felt a mix of bitterness and tenderness, along with some unspeakable grievances.

"I feel terrible," she suddenly said, her voice trembling with tears.

Si Lin scooped her up, pulled her into his arms, and made her straddle his lap.

He supported her hips with one hand and stroked her back with the other.

"Where does it hurt? Tell me." He kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, their kisses sticky and sweet.

"I feel uncomfortable everywhere," the little girl complained, her fingers gripping his shirt and pulling out several creases.

"I can't eat anything, I always feel nauseous, my back aches, and my legs feel weak."

Si Lin felt sorry for her and slid his large hand from her lower back to the back of her knees, gently kneading her.

He lowered his head, kissed her chin, kissed the tip of her nose, and finally landed on her lips, taking her lower lip into his mouth and sucking it with utmost tenderness.

He wanted a baby, but he was also afraid that she wouldn't love him as much as he loved her.

But if the baby would hurt her, he would rather not have it.

Si Lin spoke up, "If it makes you uncomfortable, then we don't need it."

The little girl covered her lower abdomen, afraid that the baby would hear.

The next second, she angrily raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes wide open: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"You've worked so hard." He stared at her, his eyes full of tenderness.

"You're already thin, and now you can't eat anything."

"But I want it, and you're not allowed to say that again."

The little girl turned her head away unhappily, looking aggrieved. "I'll be sad, and the baby will be sad too if he hears this."

Si Lin's throat tightened, and he pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her head, remaining silent for a long time.

He just couldn't understand how his little girl could be so well-behaved.

Si Lin didn't sleep much that night.

He propped himself up and looked at the person in his arms.

Ruan Tang was not sleeping soundly, frowning from time to time and humming incoherently.

He patted her back and kissed her forehead repeatedly, coaxing her softly.

As dawn approached, Ruan Tang woke up once.

She tilted her head up, her eyes half-open, and said softly, "Si Lin, I want to eat something sour."

Si Lin rolled off the bed with astonishing speed.

"I'll get someone to do it." He put on his clothes and walked out, but turned back at the door, bent down, cupped her face, and kissed her deeply.

"Is there anything else you'd like to eat? Let me know."

"It's sour." She smiled, her eyes crinkling, looking incredibly innocent.

When Si Lin went out, he exuded an irrepressible air of smugness.

When the servants saw him, they lowered their heads even further.

He went into the kitchen himself, woke up the head chef, and ordered people to prepare the freshest green plums and lemons.

As dawn broke, the entire small manor came alive with a little girl's comment that she wanted something sour.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, the system was nestled within Ruan Tang's consciousness, its little voice brimming with excitement: "Tang Tang, little baby, la la la, I have a little master now!"