hecking on An Xiaotu's condition, he told his master, "Second young master, don't worry. Second young mistress is doing very well now, but since this is the first child for Young Mistress Ri, it might...Chapter 482 We Go Back to the Room

An Xiaotu, who was 'driven' out, stood at her son's bedroom door, worrying about where she should sleep tonight.

Before she moved in to sleep with her son, it was just to appease him.

She was 'disliked' by her son tonight, and he was still cold towards that man. She couldn't pretend nothing happened and go back to their room to sleep; but if she let the maid tidy up a guest room, the rest of the Tang family would find out and it wouldn't be good. 。Tang Yucheng and Tang Moqing finished talking in the study. As they were about to return to their room, they saw their wife standing at their son's door in her pajamas, holding three men's shopping bags in her hand. 。Thinking about this afternoon's events, he pursed his thin lips, his eyes gradually becoming deep. 。When he got to her side, he asked, "What's wrong"Hearing his voice, An Xiaotu suddenly came back to her senses. Seeing that it was him, and remembering she still didn't know where to sleep tonight, she suddenly felt a little at a loss. 。"No...nothing..." 。She dared not look into his eyes, shaking her head in denial. 。He glanced at the closed door, and she was still holding the clothes she had bought this afternoon. Thinking about how she had said they were for her father-in-law, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but he was also relieved that they weren't for another man. 。Seeing that he wasn't speaking, An Xiaotu inexplicably felt a pang of grievance and couldn't help but say in a low voice, "An Nian said that he wants to sleep by himself from now on and doesn't want me to keep him company anymore." 。When Tang Yucheng heard her words, which were filled with the helplessness and vulnerability of a forsaken child, he suddenly understood. 。While her heart was beating with excitement, she was also annoyed at her son for putting her in this awkward position. 。He doesn't want it, I do. 。His voice softened a few degrees, yet remained firm and resolute. 。His tone sent a shiver down An Xiaotu's spine. Since she had returned, this was the first time he had spoken to her in such a gentle voice. 。But are you still angry with me 。Her voice was low, tinged with a hint of resentment. 。"I'm not angry anymore " 。He reached out, hesitated for a moment, and clasped her slender hand in his. 。I don't get angry with her anymore, especially since she told me I wouldn't have to accompany our son anymore. She seemed so happy that she was practically jumping for joy. There's no way I would be angry with her at that point. 。Instead, when she returned home in the afternoon, she turned around and got angry at him. She didn't say a word to him all night, leaving him feeling very distressed and wondering how to make her happy again. 。“Oh 。"An Xiaotu's little face slowly flushed, her heart beating a little faster when his hand held hers like that." 。“We go back to the room” 。"He said, wrapping his long arms around her waist, and with a somewhat forceful and domineering manner, led her toward the direction of the room. 。...An Xiaotu had been living in the same room with her son for quite a while, content and simple. Thinking about going back to their own room tonight... she felt a twinge of nervousness... 。The man beside her was too tall, she had to raise her head slightly in order to see his face. 。No matter how many times or for how long I watch, I always think her husband is too handsome. He's tall and straight, with light honey-colored skin that's smooth as jade. His features are deep and handsome... every inch of his body is perfectly proportioned, and he exudes an aura of intimidating power and aristocratic elegance. 。Thinking back to four years ago when he almost treated her like a princess, she always felt that marrying her must have been the result of three generations of ancestors burning incense. 。Tang Yu Cheng knew the person beside him was stealing glances at him, that infatuated gaze easily ignited the desire in his heart, making him almost unable to resist pulling her into his arms and kissing her fiercely, and then...However, thinking that tonight was still long, he had plenty of time 。We reached the room. 。I'm going to take a bath. 。He feigning nonchalance finished speaking to her, then quickly turned and walked towards the bathroom, lest she see the change in his demeanor. 。Only after he stepped into the bathroom did An Xiaotu let out a long sigh of relief, her tense nerves slowly relaxing. 。She glanced at the clothes in her hand. Taking advantage of his shower, she quickly took them out and hung them up on a hanger, putting them in the closet. 。Having settled that, she quickly climbed into bed, lay on her side and burrowed under the thin blanket, only showing half her face to breathe. 。The blanket and pillow were filled with his scent and breath. 。The faint scent, she recognized it, was the men's perfume she had given him four years ago. The fragrance was a slightly cool and light woody scent that lasted a long time. 。That perfume brand is French. It wasn't well-known four years ago, but in just four years, it has become a very popular cosmetics brand among the aristocracy. 。At that time, she just felt that the scent of this perfume was very in line with his temperament, and it smelled comfortable to her, so she bought it to give him. 。She knew that a 150 ml bottle of perfume wouldn't last this long. 。And he doesn't remember anything from the past... yet he's still using this perfume now An Xiaotu's mood became complicated in an instant, her heart aching a little. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, but her breathing was still erratic. Because of the fire-quenching spell, Tang Yucheng took quite a while to bathe... 。When he came out, wrapped only in a towel around his waist, wiping the dripping water from his hair, he saw the little woman curled up in bed, asleep with her back to him. The coldness of his facial features softened instantly. 。An Xiaotu, who was hiding under a thin blanket out of nervousness, shivered when she heard the sound of the hairdryer. She knew that a certain man had finished his shower. 。After about ten minutes, the sound of the hairdryer stopped, and her body tensed up again. 。She waited for a while, but the man never came. She hesitated for half a minute, then slowly turned around and searched for the man. 。Seeing him standing in front of the closet, holding the clothes she had bought for him today 。As if feeling her gaze, Tang Yucheng turned his body sideways and looked at her face flushed with pink. He said confidently, "The clothes you bought for me this afternoon..." 。"

" Let me know if you'd like to translate anything else!。“Seeing that he already knew, An Xiaotu readily admitted it and explained softly, 'You made me angry this afternoon, so I thought about waiting until you calmed down before giving it to you. I met Mr. Helos when I was shopping at noon. When I was in Japan, he hired me several times through an interpreter agency. Except for the first time, the fees afterwards were high... This time when we met in Beisheng City, he invited me to dinner, and after dinner, he bought clothes for you.'" 。"Later he said it was thanks to me for helping him, and he invited me for afternoon tea. He even planned to send me back home. Just as I was about to refuse, you called..."Tang Yucheng saw that she was crying as she spoke, so he hurriedly hung the clothes back in the closet and quickly walked to the bed 。"Little bunny, I'm sorry!" He held her in his arms and gently wiped away her tears that kept falling. "Don't cry, I won't do that again next time." 。He didn't doubt her, he just couldn't control the sourness and anger in his heart when he saw her with another man. 。"You used to tell me everything you were thinking. I'd ask you anything, and you'd always answer." 。"An Xiaotui sniffed hard, missing terribly the him from four years ago." 。< > Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! once.Following his finger, I saw where the tea room was.Tang Yucheng held his son in one arm, letting the little boy lie on his lap, while his other hand took up a document from the side, flipped it...