Chapter 177

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"Despicable!" She ground out through clenched teeth.

Tang Shuwen remained expressionless. His usual good temper was useless in front of Chen Xier; he only cared about achieving his goal.

No matter what methods or processes were involved, they did not concern him.

He knew very clearly where Chen Xier's weakness lay.

That was her child.

Even if she had to die, she wouldn't leave her child behind.

Chen Xier broke free from him and realized that the cruel Tang Shuwen wasn't a devil. The one who forced her to separate from her child was truly heartless—how could she possibly part with her child

No, absolutely not.

"I'm giving you this chance now. Make your demands—I'll agree as long as they're reasonable. We can get married and live in peace. After all, if I were to take you to court, my parents would certainly be unhappy. I don't want them to be displeased; do you understand" Tang Shuwen said coolly, confident that Chen Xier would compromise.

She had already agreed to marry him in the first place—what couldn't she compromise on

Chen Xier gave a mocking smile. Warmhearted men wouldn't be too bad, and Tang Shuwen was truly a filial son, yet he was cruel towards her and her child.

Who said that filial sons were always good

"Very well, this is what you said," Chen Xier suddenly smiled. Tang Shuwen sighed with relief—she might have insisted on doing things her way if she hadn't compromised, making everything difficult for everyone involved.

That wasn't what he wanted either.

Somehow, the thought of her leaving with their child made him feel uneasy from deep within.

Perhaps it was because he had started to like the child a little and didn't want him to leave—after all, blood is thicker than water.

"If we're getting married for our son's sake, I naturally hope to give my son a home. Your previous suggestion that you wouldn't allow me any interference and would be free to associate with whomever you like doesn't stand; once we get married, Xiao Nian will become part of your family too. I'm asking for reasonable treatment as a wife and demanding loyalty from you as a husband—I insist on cutting all ties with other women, including Zhao Yuning," Chen Xier said coolly. "If you can't show loyalty to our family, then see you in court! If you want to take me to court, I'll fight it out until the end!"

"You…" Tang Shuwen gritted his teeth and glared at her. Chen Xier was clearly doing this deliberately—deliberately making things difficult for him because she knew he wouldn't agree.

He had underestimated her; he thought that she wasn't too clever.

But how could he forget that Chen Xier had been in the entertainment industry for six or seven years and definitely couldn't be without some skills.

She actually wanted to become his real wife.

Chen Xier gave a mocking smile, "It looks like Young Master Tang needs time to consider. I won't bother you."

Saying that, she opened the door and left with a relaxed expression on her face.

Tang Shuwen wouldn't agree to her demands—once he did, he would have to completely cut ties with Zhao Yuning. How could he possibly agree when he loved Zhao Yuning so much Not getting his agreement was also relieving for her as it meant she could take Xiao Nian away.

Later on, if they wanted to see Xiao Nian, she would bring him back.

She had confidence that she alone could raise Xiao Nian well.

Xiao Nian saw Chen Xier coming down and happily ran over to her. He hugged his mother tightly as she sat down with him in her arms. Tang Si and Wen Lan exchanged a look; they could clearly see how good Chen Xier's mood was compared to earlier.

Wen Lan asked, "Xier, how did your talk with Shuwen go"

"Everything is fine. There were just some minor disagreements. I'm going to take Xiao Nian away now. Come on, Xiao Nian, say goodbye to Grandpa and Grandma," Chen Xier smiled.

Wen Lan's gaze was dim as she prepared to leave.

"Can't you stay"

Chen Xier didn't speak, and Tang Mandong sat dejectedly by the side. She beckoned for Xiaonian to come over and hugged him tightly, pressing kisses on his face. "Good boy Xiaonian, I’ll miss you so much."

"Xiaonian will also miss Auntie."

"We pinky promise!"

The little child extended his short chubby hand to make a pinky promise with Tang Mandong. Then Tang Si asked, "Are you going to settle down in A City"

"No, I’m taking Xiaonian to live in America."

Everyone was taken aback, and Wen Lan was already feeling regretful. "Going so far away"

Chen Xier nodded. Tang Shuwen came down from upstairs and sat next to Tang Mandong. He took Xiaonian into his arms; it was the first time he had held him, and Xiaonian looked at him in surprise.

"Daddy..."

Tang Shuwen smiled, pinched his small nose. Wen Lan and Tang Si frowned, not knowing what was going on, especially when Tang Shuwen never treated the child so kindly before. "Xiaonian, do you want to stay"

Xiaonian looked at him timidly as if afraid he would get angry. Tang Shuwen’s heart tightened; a child’s expression was the most honest. It seemed that he had been treating Xiaonian poorly for him to be so scared of him.

"I do, but... Xiaonian has to stay with his mom." Xiaonian said softly.

Tang Shuwen grunted in agreement. "Mom will also stay."

He looked up at Wen Lan and Tang Si. "Parents, you can start preparing for Xier’s wedding as you please."

Chen Xier was shocked, her eyes wide as she stared dumbly at Tang Shuwen. He didn’t look at her but played with Xiaonian.

"What are the two of you up to One says go and one says get married; who will give me a clear answer" Wen Lan was slightly angry. "Shuwen, have you threatened Xier"

“I haven’t, she said it herself. If I’m loyal to our family after marriage and don’t fool around with women, she’ll marry me. I agreed to her request, Chen Xier, this was what you said, right” Tang Shuwen looked at Chen Xier.

She stood there dumbly, unsure how to react. Did Tang Shuwen really agree

This couldn’t be possible!

Her intention was just to make him back down; she didn’t really want to ruin his relationship with Zhao Yunning.

Xiaonian clapped his hands joyfully. "Daddy, are you really going to marry Mom Can Xiaonian be a flower boy"

"Of course."

“Wow! Great, getting married!” Xiaonian clapped happily. The whole family turned their eyes on Chen Xier as Wen Lan asked for her opinion.

Chen Xier was stunned and didn’t know what to say because it was indeed her words in the first place.

Tang Si slapped his hand down, "Since neither of you have objections, let’s get married then. Shuwen, you said in front of us that you will be loyal to their mother and son from now on. The men of the Tang family keep their promises, especially when they are made to our parents. If you do anything to make Xier feel humiliated, don’t blame me for being ruthless."

"Yes," Tang Shuwen nodded as he looked at Chen Xier.

She frowned and turned her face away.

The matter was settled.

On the second day, Warm was kissed awake by someone. She swung a fist straight into his face and murmured, "Dead mosquito!

Someone was angry, holding the side of their face that had been punched. They realized something: warmth must have done it on purpose; who would punch a mosquito with a fist After warmth hit the mosquito, she woke up.

The moment she woke up, she saw Ye Feimo’s handsome face right in front of her. Warmth smiled innocently, and Ye Feimo's anger was somewhat appeased as he let out a humph. It seemed that today wasn’t an eventful day, so warmth flipped over, preparing to sleep some more.

Ye Feimo grabbed her hair. "What are you doing"

"Your mom called and told you to come home today," Ye Feimo said nonchalantly as he lightly nipped at her cheek. Mmm, how fragrant! For this treat, he could be magnanimous and forgive her for attacking him.

"I know, I know, you’re annoying me to death, get out of here," warmth said as she swung another punch his way. Ye Feimo nimbly dodged it. If she hit him again, he’d kick her off the bed. Ye Feimo relaxed against the headboard, waiting for warmth’s reaction.

One...

Two...

Three...

Warmth suddenly opened her eyes and quickly got up from bed, causing the blankets to slip off. Ye Feimo’s gaze darkened, and warmth hastily pulled the blanket back over herself. "Pervert!"

"I’m just looking at my woman in broad daylight; where’s the perversion" Ye Feimo coolly retorted. She was most adorable when she was drunk.

“What did you say earlier”

“Your mom called and told you to come home.”

Warmth’s heart skipped a beat, and she frowned. "Who answered the call"

"Obviously it was either you or me," Ye Feimo said with an expression that clearly stated he thought warmth was an idiot. Tears welled up in warmth’s eyes as she asked, “When did my mom call”

“At six o’clock; I told her you were asleep.”

Warmth: “…”

This guy must have done it on purpose! What else could he say but that she was sleeping It’s obvious to everyone that they’re living together if a man answers the phone at such an hour and says his woman is asleep.

"What do you mean by looking at me like that I’m just telling the truth," Ye Feimo said seriously. “Why are you glaring at me”

Warmth looked at the man in front of her, vaguely remembering some scratches on a certain someone’s chest. She leaned closer to examine them and then looked at her own nails, suddenly recalling how that person had gritted his teeth and said he would cut hers when they were in the taxi together. The image made her blush. Ye Feimo gave her an amused look. Could she come any closer Just a little more and their lips would touch. He was deliberately doing this at such an early hour.

Warmth quickly backed away, pulling the blanket further over herself as memories of last night flooded back. Her face flushed crimson; she had been thoroughly taken advantage of by Ye Feimo. She glared angrily at him. "You..."

Young Master Ye looked amusedly at her blushing face and pointed to the clock beside them. “It’s time for you to go home, your mom told you to have breakfast with her.”

The two of them got ready after brushing their teeth and washing up. Warmth made breakfast for Ye Feimo first; he casually flipped through a newspaper while she was busy preparing food. Young Master Ye raised an eyebrow and frowned as he asked, “How are you getting home”

"There’s a taxi outside the door, so I’ll take one," warmth replied, bringing over some toast and milk. Ye Feimo stared at her suspiciously.

He didn’t touch his breakfast and glared at her, "Taxi"

"Of course! You won’t let me take the subway or bus, so I can only walk home," warmth said matter-of-factly. "You should hurry up and eat your breakfast; you need to go to work."

“I’m not going to work today,” Ye Feimo said. He had made it clear enough that he wasn’t working, yet she still didn’t understand She hadn’t even been excited about it and asked him to come home with her

Wasn't this suicide

The woman was so blind.

"Why aren’t you going to work" warmth asked curiously, knowing that Ye Feimo was usually diligent.

"I am the boss, I call the shots. If I don't want to go up, I won't." Ye Feimo said, and Warming nodded understandingly, thinking he might have had a date with someone else. Ye Feimo glared at her viciously.

Warming touched her face in puzzlement; there was nothing wrong with it.

Why did he look at her so... so ferociously

"Did you make a business deal outside"

"No!

"

"Play golf"

"No!"

"Play tennis"

"No!"

"Have tea"

"No!"

Warming couldn't think of anything else. What was he trying to do

Ye Feimo didn’t eat much breakfast and only drank a little milk; Warming ignored him, packed up her things and went downstairs. She had to leave quickly, so Ye Feimo saw her off down the stairs. Warming felt flattered.

The expression on his face, however, looked nothing like that of someone seeing someone else off—it was more like he wanted to eat someone.

Warming thought seriously about what she might have done wrong.

But no matter how much she tried to figure it out, she still couldn’t understand why.

Until Warming had reached the bottom of the stairs and Ye Feimo was still looking at her with a grim expression that could be described as猙獰 (ferocious),

"What are you angry about"

"Did I seem upset" Ye Feimo asked seriously.

Warming felt embarrassed. It was obvious he was mad.

"I’m going home, bye."

Ye Feimo stood behind her with a black look on his face and stared at her back; if looks could kill, he would have bored a hole in her back. Warming turned her head to the side, seriously thinking about all kinds of possibilities.

Suddenly she thought of something and was stunned, turning around to look at Ye Feimo.

Young Master Er stood under the morning sunlight; the sun bathed him but no warmth could be felt by others. She smiled and jogged back over to him, pulling his hand close in a friendly manner as she said, "Ye Feimo, I think it's more comfortable in your car than a taxi. Why don't you take me home"

Ye Feimo’s face started to brighten; he lifted his chin haughtily and said, "You said so."

This young master was too arrogant for Warming to bear, so she nodded frantically, "Yes, I did say that. Is it okay now"

Ye Feimo felt satisfied and drove her happily to the Wen family home.

Warming turned her head to look at Ye Feimo’s profile, shook her head; he was just too immature.

If he wanted something, why couldn’t he just tell her instead of acting like this Warming shook her head in disbelief. Ye Feimo glared at her and Warming quickly suppressed her smile.me. Blood is thicker than water; this must be what familial affection feels like—it's natural to feel close to one another."How long have I been back in your life, and already you've ended up in the h...