Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 373: Tang Si: "Would you like a roguish, unserious guy like me?

"Back then, I was too young to have any concept of death. Slowly, belatedly, I realized that I awoke that night in her pool of blood, and I became fearful, plagued by nightmares."

Song Yi looked at him, his face devoid of emotion, his eyes calm, his tone also calm.

Her lips moved, as if wanting to say something.

Tang Si did not give her the chance to speak, continuing, "I thought he would take care of me, be good to me, but in reality, he wasn’t even willing for me to carry his surname, so I took my mother’s surname, Tang."

"I felt it didn’t matter, perhaps I wasn’t born to be a beloved child, I just wanted to live, to grow up calmly, there must be a reason for my existence in this world."

"He was never kind to me. When I was four, a year after my mother passed, he married a new wife and brought Wen Mu. Wen Mu was only two years younger than I was, and when I was two, he had already fathered another son with another woman, just keeping it well concealed."

"With Wen Mu’s arrival, my days became..." Tang Si’s voice paused softly, only two words came out: "Not good."

"Everything—eating, wearing, anything—was what he left behind." Tang Si laughed, "Isn’t it ridiculous? Although he is younger than me, I even had to wear his clothes."

"At that time, I wore ill-fitting small clothes to school every day, had a solitary disposition, and other children treated me like a monster."

"Days passed like this, gradually making me feel like I was an unwelcomed person in this world."

"Though I was young, perhaps I was born rebellious; the more others stepped on me, the more I climbed upwards, I didn’t believe in fate."

"Therefore, I made sure to learn well, read a lot of books, and with even the slightest mistake, I would be beaten brutally, perhaps the reason for the beating was simply because I made a noise while eating."

Song Yi furrowed her brows tightly, her heart growing heavier and heavier.

But Tang Si was like a calm storyteller, without a trace of sadness.

Tang Si continued, "In first grade, Wen Mu pushed someone downstairs, and he said it was me, they all believed him."

"In the end, I became the innate demon in their mouths."

"I felt like I was going crazy, unable to stay in this family, so I attended a military school, returning home once a week, every time resulting in quarrels, relationships were very tense."

"At thirteen or fourteen, I studied, washed dishes, did any money-making jobs, and never spent another penny of theirs."

"At that time, with good grades, teachers liked me, not many knew me, I made friends, met many people, I knew if I were solitary I would have no friends, and without friends there would be no channels to advance, so from then on, I became witty and humorous."

"To fit in, I learned to smoke, drink, fight, skip class, not turn in homework, becoming a bad student with good grades."

Tang Si paused, looking sideways at Song Yi.

A smile painted his peach blossom eyes, and her entire body tensed under his gaze, nervous.

The man’s hoarse, sexy voice seeped into her ears, "But I won’t learn from them to chase girls."

Song Yi was stunned.

She only heard him continue, "Family is something everyone is born with, everyone has it, should cherish it; with family comes everything else, but I don’t have it."

"At that time, my eyes saw only profit and utility, playing with them was merely to study peacefully, and more friends meant more paths."

"Therefore, chasing girls was..." Tang Si thought of the words, "a sentiment that evolves into a marriage and becomes familial affection, I dislike it."

"I dislike deceiving feelings even more."

Upon saying this, Tang Si laughed again, asking her, "But I didn’t expect being a bad student would still attract so much attention."

"Song Yi, do all girls like guys who are unruly and not serious like me?"

He was calm, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, tilting his head slightly to look at her, a smile touching his lips, with deep affection in his peach blossom eyes, with those eyes, people always seemed to feel enveloped in a lingering kiss when he looked at them.

Clearly it was such an atmosphere, Song Yi’s ears grew hot under his gaze.

A youth in streetlight casually smoking while leaning against a lamppost, slender figure, roguishly handsome and seductive, wild and cold, but always full of tenderness when looking at his girlfriend.

Which girl wouldn’t fantasize? Wouldn’t like that?

Song Yi lowered her gaze, pursed her lips, "It’s your looks they like."

Good looks, combined with impressive ability, good character, and values, are liked by everyone.

Roguishly bad men, with a hint of wildness and restraint, are the most irresistible.

Tang Si seemed to receive the answer he wanted, his smile deepened, "Right? I initially thought so too, being good-looking certainly has advantages, but it doesn’t prevent you from living a dark life."

"At school, I heard many dark cases, too much empathy could lead one to get lost in them, too little empathy wouldn’t make a good police officer; it needs balanced adjustment."

"Gradually, I joined the army, the first time doing a mission under the guidance of the instructor, but I did not return, I saved someone, and thus was detained, days grew dark with psychological and physical torment, finally escaping, returning to the army, only to be punished again by them, accused of talking nonsense, of being a deserter."

Tang Si laughed lightly, "I don’t care anymore, after all, I’ve heard the worst words about myself countless times."

"I look for the meaning of survival, perhaps it’s to protect the country, so that those newborn, ignorant children won’t experience such childhood darkness as mine."

"I worked desperately, recklessly, extremely exhausted, gradually becoming a captain." Tang Si said: "Within one or two years, I recklessly rolled through knife hills and fiery seas dozens of times, each time surviving by a thread, gaining numerous military honors, filled with glory, respected by many."

"I thought, I finally found the meaning of living."

Song Yi looked at him, her voice very quiet, "And then..."

"And then..." Tang Si’s tone was faint, "In one mission, all those who shared my honor left me, only one remained."

Song Yi’s heart tightened, her blood seemed to freeze.

But he did not elaborate, just breezed through it, and continued, "And that remaining person and I were assigned to go undercover."

"He ultimately sacrificed himself."

"Yet the mission continued, only one person knew about it, at the crucial moment, I reached out to him, and he...abandoned me."

"I thought that was it for me, but fate spared me, I escaped. Yet they would not employ me again." Tang Si lowered his gaze, chuckled, "They think I’m sent by the enemy, think I’m tainted."

Tang Si, as a captain trusted by many, lost many of his men, and it was an accident, he wished he was the one who had died instead.

He learned to trust others, devoted, head bowed and drenched in blood, but ended up being abandoned.

Undercover.

Those two words alone contain a multitude of dark events.