epresented the Tang family to give a speech. 。Last farewell to the body, condolences, and end of the memorial service. 。After Tang Xiuzhen was sent to his final resting place, the elderly Mr. Tang, wh...Chapter 26

"Ah...no!" An Xiaotu cried out, quickly grabbing his restless big hand.

She flushed, her face reddening slightly as she panted out a warning, “You... you're not allowed to mess around.”

It's not that she rejected his contact, it's just that she wasn't mentally prepared at the time.

"I want to mess with you, what are you going to do about it" Tang Yucheng rarely wanted to tease her, but his big hand hesitated before taking any further action.

"……" An Xiaotu fell silent, then after a few seconds, she mustered her courage and said, "Although we are married, if I don't want to, you forcing me would be marital rape, which is against the law."

With the Tang family's influence, they could be said to rule North City with an iron fist. He said with a slight curl of his lips.

An Xiaot Rabbit suddenly turned around and faced him, staring at him with all her might.

"I'm furious! General Tang Yucheng, you are a Special Forces commander, yet you break the law Don't you know this is blackening the name of our military You... "

"Miss An Xiaotu, I'm not your student, so please don't speak to me in that teacherly tone." Tang Yucheng interrupted her, a glint of amusement flashing across his deep, fathomless eyes. He kept a stern expression on his face as he spoke.

His gaze was fixed on her, his eyes twinkling like stars. Her delicate face, flushed either with anger or shyness, had her lips slightly parted...

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down involuntarily, a surge of heat rushing fiercely downward, tightening something deep within him. His dark eyes held a smoldering intensity.

An Xiaot Rabbit lowered her eyes and stammered, "Anyway... anyway, I'm not mentally prepared. You can't do anything to me out of the blue. Mutual respect is the most basic thing between husband and wife."

His eyes were fixed on her rosy lips, parting and coming together. He couldn't hear a word she was saying, losing control as he suddenly leaned down and kissed her inviting lips. Before he could even realize what he was doing, his warm, supple tongue had parted her teeth, tasting her sweetness, entwining with her delicate little tongue in a fiery embrace.

He has never been a person who craved pleasure, he could even be described as ascetic. This is unrelated to his heterosexuality allergy, he simply feels that engaging in such activities is a waste of time; he would rather spend that time on work.

But the little woman in his heart was like poison, once she took hold, he became addicted. He craved her; he couldn't help but want to spoil her every way, wishing to melt her into his own body.

But before she was mentally prepared, he could only endure the desire with gritted teeth, lest his sudden advances frighten her.

He kissed her passionately for a while, then slowly let go.

An Xiaotu's mind went blank. She lifted her watery eyes, gazing at him with a dazed and lost expression, unable to recover for a long time.

Tang Yucheng saw her pretty face flushed, her eyes so clear and innocent, like thousands of threads weaving a net, captivating his heart little by little.

"I won't stir until you're ready." He said, his voice calm yet authoritative. "Sleep now."

He was behind her, his weight pressing her against him, burying her face in his chest. She pressed harder, fighting the ache of desire that flared again when he moved.

An Xiaotu nestled her head against his arm, her small hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt, her cheek pressed against his chest. She could clearly hear the powerful thumping of his heartbeat and feel the warmth of his body.

And his long arms domineeringly embraced himself.

At this moment, she felt their company was especially heartwarming, a sweetness welling up in her heart...

The next day, in the morning

“Mmm…” An Xiaotu slept soundly through the night. She let out a contented sigh as she rolled over, then slowly opened her eyes.

Looking around the room at the unfamiliar decor, she suddenly sat up.

After a long moment of stunned silence, she finally remembered where she was. But Tang Yucheng was already gone from the room.

She looked at the time, it was past nine o'clock. Luckily, she didn't have any classes this morning.

It's just as well that man wasn't there, otherwise her reaction upon waking up to him would have been like the last time at the hotel.

Getting up from bed calmly, she walked into the bathroom to wash up.

In the bathroom, a set of clothes was laid out with a card on top. She opened it:

I'm in the lobby downstairs, I got up and washed up to come eat breakfast.

Tang

After quickly washing up and changing his clothes, An Xiaotu left his room and went downstairs.

Tang Moqing and his father, Tang Zhongsen, went to Kr·C International. In the hall, there were only Mo Caijing, Tang Yucheng, and the old man sitting on the sofa.

The grandfather and grandson sat at the chess table playing, while Mo Caijing sat with her legs crossed, reading a fashion magazine.

Mo Caijing heard footsteps and turned her head to see An Xiaotu enter the hall. She immediately closed the fashion magazine she was reading and smiled, "Good morning, Xiaotu."

"Mom, good morning!" An Xiaotu felt a little embarrassed. "Grandpa, Yu Cheng, good morning!"

On her first visit to her in-laws' house, while everyone else had already finished breakfast, she overslept until well past midday.

"It's getting late." Old Mr. Tang snorted.

A frigid warning glance was cast his way. He glanced at his grandson, who sat opposite him protectively, with some dissatisfaction.

"Don't pay attention to your grandfather, he lost the game to your husband and is just brooding because he has nowhere to vent his anger." Mo Caijing pulled her hand and sat beside her, her eyes swirling around her with a hint of ambiguity. "How did you sleep last night Are you used to it"

"Thank you, Mom, for your concern. I slept well." An Xiaotu felt increasingly embarrassed as she spoke, her lowered face couldn't help but flush with a blush of shyness.

"It's good you slept well," Mo Caijing said, seeing her flushed cheeks. She understood that her son was young and energetic, and also saw that she felt embarrassed for sleeping in. She smiled and continued, "Although our Tang family is a prominent clan, we don't have too many rules, so don't feel restrained; besides, you young people are full of energy... Waking up late is normal. Back in the day, your Second Young Master's father and I often didn't wake up until noon."

Hee hee hee~ Believe that in a short time, she'll be able to hold her grandchildren.

An Xiaotu instantly understood that Madam Tang had been mistaken. However, because of her straightforward words, her small face flushed red all at once.

She wanted to explain, "No...Mom, we...we didn't..."

Mo Caijing gave her hand a knowing, ambiguous pat and turned to instruct the housekeeper to prepare breakfast.

Sitting at the dining table.

An Xiaotu glared at the man sitting beside her, waiting for breakfast. She mumbled in a low voice, "Why didn't you call me when you got up"

"Grandpa's words shouldn't be taken to heart." Tang Yucheng said softly, lowering his eyes as he ate breakfast with elegant movements like an art form.

When I woke up and saw her sleeping so peacefully, like an angel, in my arms, a strange feeling began to ferment in my chest.

"But... that's not very polite," she said, pouting as she grew more and more upset.be a Salty Fish Today'. Later, Tang Yucheng changed his long-time WeChat nickname to '[Husband of A Little Salty Fish]' for An Xiaotu. As for Tang Moqing Ye, he also followed suit and changed his to '...