e're going back to the Tang family tonight," he said.When he last returned to the Tang family, his grandfather had instructed him to return home as soon as the mission was over.Deep down, I had planne...Chapter 74: If a man can endure this, he's no longer a man.

An Xiaotu's pair of doe-like clear eyes flickered, and she nervously said, "I didn't say anything."

Tang's wife, recalling her words, felt shame so deep she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself. How could she have said those things, especially after that lunch...

"Mom made you make soup again" he asked.

"Uh" An Xiaotu was taken aback, then blushed. How did he bring up the soup again "...No, I said I wouldn't cause trouble anymore, and I won't make that kind of soup again. Just don't ask about it."

Tang Yucheng pursed his lips and looked at her for a while, silent.

A plan is taking shape in my mind...

That evening

After washing up, An Xiaotu came out of the bathroom and saw Tang Yucheng still sitting on the sofa in the room. Her heart skipped a beat, and she unconsciously slowed her pace.

"Are you, are you not busy tonight" she asked cautiously.

In the past, he would always leave the room to let her sleep first out of concern for her comfort; but tonight, he sensed something different about this man.

"No." His voice remained as bland and cold as ever.

"Huh ... Oh." An Xiaotu replied belatedly, "Then I'll go to sleep first."

Then she climbed onto the oversized European-style court bed using both her hands and feet, crawling into the warm embrace of the blankets.

Dances' words echoed in his ears, a spell he couldn't shake.

"Yu Cheng…" she whispered softly.

"Huh" He let out a low, husky voice, his lips pressed into a cool line.

An Xiaotu hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly, "Today Tang Xiuxiu told me some strange things at school."

"What" Tang Yucheng's cold voice revealed a barely perceptible tension.

It's about a misunderstanding between you and him.

She didn't want to harbor any suspicions about him and felt it was necessary to tell him.

"What did he say to you" His expression turned colder, but his tone remained unchanged.

An Xiaotu clenched the quilt in both hands, drooping her eyelids and biting her lip, pondering for a while.

"I don't know what misunderstanding there is between you and him, or why he would say that you are...are..."

"Huh What is it"

Silence, soundless.

For a while, just as Tang Yucheng thought she had fallen asleep, he heard her voice, soft and low, say, "I don't know why he would say you are...are...a murderer. But I don't believe it."

After speaking up bravely, An Xiaotu lay motionless in her bed, her ears perked up, listening to the surrounding sounds.

Another wave of terrifying silence fell, as if even the air itself had stopped moving.

Tang Yucheng's muscles were tense throughout his body, but his voice remained calm as he asked, "What else did he say"

"He didn't say anything else. He said if I didn't believe him, I could ask the other members of the Tang family," An Xiaotu held her breath and continued cautiously, "But I said I believed you, I didn't believe him."

Trust is the most important thing in a marriage.

"Little bunny, thank you for your trust," he walked to the bedside and hugged her through the blanket, "But I don't want you to continue investigating the misunderstanding between me and him, remember"

An Xiaotu was startled by the sudden embrace.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she said, "But... I don't want you to continue being misunderstood..."

She really wanted to ask Tang Xi who he thought she had killed Otherwise, how could he think she was a murderer, but he wouldn't let her ask.

"It's not time yet." Tang Yucheng shook his head, his cold voice carrying a commanding tone. "Don't even think about this, and forget what he said to you today."

After he finished speaking, he let go of her and walked toward the bathroom.

It was incredibly frustrating to be left hanging like this. An Xiaotu vented her frustration by pounding on the soft, luxurious goose down comforter a few times.

To hate someone is painful, and to be misunderstood by family is surely not pleasant either. She just doesn't want to see them, uncle and nephew, like this, stuck in this awkward silence...

Unable to sleep, An Xiaotu picked up her phone and scrolled through Weibo.

After an unknown amount of time, she felt the blanket being lifted, a cool breeze slipping in. But soon, the hot breath of a man enveloped her completely.

An Xiaotu's hand trembled, and her cell phone 'slapped' against her face.

"Ouch…" she cried out, taking her phone away and rubbing her face where it had been hit by the phone.

Tang Yucheng turned her over, facing him. He furrowed his brows, staring at her wrinkled little face, his warm palm gently rubbing her cheeks and forehead.

"Does it hurt"

"No, no, it doesn't hurt anymore." she said with a blush.

It hurt a bit when my face was hit by the phone. After a while, the pain subsided.

"From now on, no more playing with your phone while lying down." He said in a serious voice, reaching out to take the phone from her hand and setting it aside.

"Oh." Little Bunny An got up and went to retrieve her phone.

Then Tang Yucheng rolled over, forcefully pinning her beneath him.

"You...you...what are you going to do" An Xiaotu's heart pounded, her eyes widened as she blurted out.

"What do you think" he asked in return.

She quickly lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze which was gradually intensifying. She swallowed nervously, the heat radiating from his chest burning hot, almost scorching her hands pressed against it.

Through the robe, she could feel the powerful beat of his heart, each thud resonating in her palm.

But she dared not pull her hand back, for that would lead to further surrender of the city.

"You, your wound isn't healed yet, you can't..." Her voice trembled as she spoke.

Her face, flushed with shyness, turned away from him. But this angle exposed her delicate neck in a beautiful shade of pink, making her collarbone even more prominent.

Such a fragile and alluring woman, she is enough to drive one mad.

Tang Yucheng's eyes narrowed, a flame swirling in their depths, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing up and down a few times.

"It's fine, I want you."

He spoke in a low voice, his thin lips kissing her tender neck, earlobe, and collarbone...

"Hmm..." An Xiaotu heard her own whimpers and immediately bit her lip, preventing herself from making embarrassing sounds.

She dared not look at the blush that had crept onto the handsome face of the man on her body. Instead, she blushed and closed her eyes. His bewitching, lustful expression was seared into her mind, impossible to forget.

"Don't bite yourself, your voice is the most beautiful symphony." Long and handsome fingers pressed against her canine teeth, preventing her from tormenting her tender pink lips.

"Open your eyes." His suppressed voice held a command.

Her face was flushed, and she slowly opened her eyes unconsciously, her gaze hazy as she looked at him.

Seeing him after he took off his bathrobe, the bandage on his chest wound, half of the desire within me subsided. Gently stroking his chest, I worriedly asked, "Your wound...really doesn't bother you"

It's no longer a problem. I endured it before because I didn't want to scare you, but today you made that kind of soup for me... If I can still bear it, then I'm not a man.

He finished speaking, forcefully pinning her hands above her head. He lowered his head and sealed her lips with his own, not allowing her to interrupt or refuse him...her words and did not extend his hand to shake hers politely."Lady, even if An Nian liked you, impersonating a deceased person—An Nian's mother—is going too far, isn't it" He turned cold, his expressi...