127: Chapter 127 Too Hasty

Song Yuan couldn't help but feel the silky sensation on her thigh, moving his hand back and forth.

It was as delicate and full as silk.

Despite the temperature being thirty-six degrees, when his palm touched her, it felt like a fire had ignited, scorching his heart.

Song Yuan lowered his head to kiss her. He usually preferred a gradual approach, slowly melting her with kisses and gently easing her into the mood.

But today, he completely lost control.

Song Yuan kissed her so fiercely that Shiyu could barely handle it.

Shiyu's lips were bitten crimson by him, and she gasped for breath.

"Husband, Husband…"

Song Yuan bit her fair collarbone, not holding back the force of his hands.

Then, with a 'rip,' both of them froze.

Song Yuan hadn't expected that thing to be so flimsy?

However, that sound just now was a bit stress-relieving, and Song Yuan felt a slight psychological satisfaction.

He didn't hold back after that, his large hand following the direction from before…

…

After one round, Shiyu lay softly on Song Yuan's chest, as if all her strength had been drained.

It took her a long time to recover.

"Song Yuan, you were… too eager today!"

Song Yuan let her complain. It was true that he hadn't held back, taking her even before they could shower…

Once she had completely calmed down, Song Yuan carried her back to the room to clean up.

This time, they hadn't taken precautions again. Both of them had already become somewhat lax in this regard, adopting a 'let nature take its course' mentality.

Shiyu stood in the shower, rinsing off the fluid that had run down to her mid-thigh.

"Song Yuan, I'm in my fertile window these past few days!"

Song Yuan looked at her leg and smiled mischievously.

"So, just now, should I have held you upside down for a while?"

Shiyu's face had only been red before, but now it was red all the way to her neck. She stared at him with wide, round eyes.

"If I really get pregnant, you'll have to abstain for a year!"

Song Yuan found it hard to smile now.

What should he do?

He wanted a baby she bore for him, but he also wanted to explore the primal joys of humanity with her every day.

It was truly difficult to choose between the two.

"Shiyu, then let's just let nature take its course."

The next morning, Song Yuan took Shiyu to the hospital.

After several days of organ rejection, Tao Yulian could finally be moved to a regular ward.

The room she had previously stayed in was kept specifically for her. Shiyu brought Aunt Zhang along to continue caring for Tao Yulian.

When Tao Yulian was pushed out by the nurse and saw her family, tears couldn't help but fall, wetting a patch of her pillow.

Stepping out of that door, she felt as if she had been reborn.

Song Heng held her hand tightly.

"Wife, it's alright now, everything has passed."

Sickness was merciless, but now that they had overcome this hurdle, the family was left with only joy.

Back in the ward, the doctor gave a long list of instructions. Song Yuan, afraid of forgetting, recorded them on his phone.

Post-operative care was more challenging, so Shiyu asked a friend to find another experienced caregiver to assist Aunt Zhang in looking after Tao Yulian. This way, she and Song Yuan could go to work with peace of mind during the day.

Tao Yulian's throat was so hoarse she couldn't speak. She just kept crying as she looked at Shiyu, unable to express her deep gratitude for her daughter-in-law, only feeling anxious in her heart.

Shiyu managed a large corporation and attended countless social events, making her excellent at reading people. She knew what Tao Yulian wanted to say.

She walked to the bedside and comforted her mother-in-law.

"Mom, just rest and recover. Once you're well and discharged, our family will have a good get-together. Song Yuan and I are doing well, you don't need to worry about us."

Tao Yulian nodded with red eyes, and Shiyu helped her wipe away her tears.

Song Yuan printed a page of the doctor's instructions and taped it to the head of the hospital bed. Today, Song Heng had specifically taken leave to accompany Tao Yulian.

After everything in the ward was arranged, Song Yuan and Shiyu left the room. The director then explained some potential post-operative complications to them.

Learning more, Song Yuan felt less anxious. Tao Yulian's recovery would now be left to time.

Today was Fengxue Entertainment's move to a new office area. In the company, everyone was packing up office supplies, and the office area was a mess.

When Song Yuan returned to the company, his colleagues had already packed their belongings into boxes and were busy with their own tasks. Only the young master, Gu Shiyuan, was leaning back in his expensive leather chair, which he had bought himself, playing a game with one disabled leg propped up.

Song Yuan asked, "Have you finished packing?"

The young master replied indifferently, "There's nothing to pack. Wouldn't it be easier to just buy new stuff when we get there?"

Gu Shiyuan's words caused a wave of dissatisfaction in the office.

Zhang Qiang clapped his hands.

"Young Master, you're not keeping anything on your desk? Can I have it?"

Gu Shiyuan, focused on his game, said lazily, "Take whatever you want."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was surrounded, and the items on his desk were snatched up in a second.

Li Lei grabbed the headphones with the high-class logo, which cost a month's salary. Zhang Qiang, being close, was the quickest, grabbing the most valuable keyboard from his desk. The remaining scattered small items were not ordinary goods; they were all divided up by everyone.

Song Yuan stood to the side, hands in his pockets, watching him.

"Don't forget your sister cut off your allowance!"

Gu Shiyuan suddenly looked up, forgetting about his game.

How could he have forgotten about that?

Damn!

He might be homeless next month; how could he have spare money to replace his equipment?

Relying on his meager salary wouldn't even last him three days of extravagance.

Gu Shiyuan protected his only remaining possessions: his computer and the leather chair he was sitting on.

"Brother-in-law, can you put in a good word for me?"

Song Yuan's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Do you think I'll side with you, or with my wife?"

Gu Shiyuan was unexpectedly fed a dose of public display of affection.

"Forget it, you can't get two different kinds of people from the same bed. It's better to go back to the Old Residence and try to pry some money out of Old Lady's fingers than to beg you two for pity."

Song Yuan chuckled but didn't respond.

He returned to his workstation to pack his own things. With the new office area, he would have his own private office.

Xu Yuanyuan handed him a box from behind.

"Boss, I've already packed your office supplies into the box. You can pack the remaining personal items yourself. If you need my help, just say so.

The moving company called by HR will arrive in half an hour, so please pack as quickly as possible."

Xu Yuanyuan liked Song Yuan, but she maintained her boundaries perfectly, never overstepping, never burdening him, and never expressing her feelings or letting others see them.

She hid it extremely well.

Song Yuan nodded.

"Thank you, I'll pack it myself."

The moving company arrived on time downstairs. By then, everyone's belongings had been packed and labeled with their names on their respective boxes.

The company's twenty-plus employees set off together for the larger, more spacious office area. Everyone's faces were beaming with joy, except for Gu Shiyuan, who looked unhappy.

From now on, he would have to cross seven rings in this congested city to get to work.

What kind of torture was this?

Song Yuan drove and arrived at the newly leased office area a step ahead of the moving company.

HR had arranged a parking space for him. He parked the car and walked into the elevator.

He came face to face with a familiar person.

"Song Yuan? Long time no see!"