at An Xiaotu's small face, missing no expression. "An Teacher, don't you know Tang Xiuxiu is...""What is it" asked Little White Rabbit, puzzled."It's nothing." An Pingtong shook her head and sat back...Chapter 309 Insomnia Thinking of Her

However, the blanket was pulled open one second and then covered again by An Xiaot Rabbit the next.

"Don't touch me, I'm going to sleep," she said coldly to Tang Yucheng.

Tang Yucheng froze, glancing at his watch. He still had an important meeting this afternoon...

"Little bunny, I'll go back first. I'll come pick you up in a few days." He said to her helplessly.

After waiting for a while, he didn't get her reply. Tang Yucheng sighed helplessly and got up to leave the room.

Outside the hallway

Tang Yucheng called Ling Shuang over and first scolded her severely for taking An Xiaotu back to the Tang family without permission.

Ling Shuang did indeed know she had seriously failed. Though she was there to protect the second young mistress, all her actions were guided by orders given directly by the second master.

This time, because she was carelessly listening to the Second Madam's phone call and didn't double-check with the Second Master; if anything happened to the Second Madam, she wouldn't have enough lives to atone for it.

Next, Tang Yucheng told her that during her time at the Tang family, she had to stay by An Xiaotu's side every step of the way. Even at night when sleeping, she had to stay in the room.

He also repeatedly reminded them of some everyday matters before finally leaving the Tang family.

As An Xiaotu was pregnant, the entire Tang family treated her like a little ancestor. Wherever she went, there were servants following her, afraid that she might bump into something.

Even at night, Ling Shuang stayed in the room where she slept.

Seeing her doze off on the sofa in the evening, An Xiaotu felt a pang of sympathy. He turned to Ling Shuang and said, "Ling Shuang, come up and sleep with me."

"No." Ling Shuang coldly refused.

That's the bed of Second Master and Second Madam, she's just a lowly guard, even if she had the guts, she wouldn't dare to climb up there.

To put it mildly, even if it wasn't the mistress's bed, like in a hotel, she wouldn't dare sleep with the second young mistress.

Given Er Ye's deviant possessive tendencies, she estimated she wouldn't live long.

"What are you afraid of We're both women." An Xiaotu didn't know what Ling Shuang was thinking, but she just felt that it was too hard for Ling Shuang to stay up all night like this.

"Second Miss, it's late, you should rest." Ling Frost sat on the single sofa, her back to An Xiaotu, closing her eyes.

Even if Little Bunny spoke again, she no longer paid attention to him.

Finally, with no other option, An Xiaotu could only keep silent.

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On the other hand, Ling Chen.

After finishing his work in the study, Tang Yucheng returned to his room.

Looking at the empty room, he frowned and wondered where she had gone... Then he immediately remembered that she was at the Tang family right now.

Unable to see the person he held dear, Tang Yucheng felt an emptiness and uneasiness in his heart.

After a few moments of contemplation, he shook off the feeling of emptiness. With quick, efficient movements, he changed into his pajamas and lay down on the bed, instinctively reaching for the space beside him.

The cool air that filled his lungs made him momentarily dazed. He had to admit, at this moment, without her by his side, he felt incredibly uncomfortable.

In the past, she would have been asleep by now. After returning from her study, he would cradle her in his arms and steal a few kisses.

Tang Yucheng felt his feelings for her were somewhat twisted or frightening; he enjoyed doing something to her that even An Xiaotu herself didn't know about, which was liking to kiss her hard on the lips when she was asleep. Watching her struggle occasionally in her sleep, her cheeks flushed red, a feeling he couldn't describe welled up inside him.

However, the consequence of doing so was that after kissing her, he was left with awoken desire that couldn't be released.

As an assassin, with no one in his arms, Tang Yucheng always felt like a vital piece of him was missing. He reached out and took An Xiaotu's pillow, the lingering scent of her unique fragrance still present on it.

I thought that doing this would make me feel more at ease, however, even though I held something in my arms, it couldn't replace the rabbit.

He tossed and turned in bed for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Tang Yucheng suddenly sat up from the bed, got out of bed, and left the room.

Entering the study, he took a bottle of fine red wine from the cabinet, a vintage from a less celebrated year. He uncorked it.

Because his work often requires intense focus, he rarely drinks alcohol. His liquor cabinet is not stocked with many bottles, only about ten, but they are all aged and valuable, brought from home.

Initially, he went through all of her social media posts and found one where she said that the most romantic thing was probably having a Western meal with someone you liked on weekends, paired with red wine and candlelight.

Later, he brought her to the army. Because she was pregnant and couldn't drink alcohol, the matter was put on hold.

Because there were still many things to deal with tomorrow, Tang Yucheng opened this bottle of wine purely for its sleep-aid effect.

I downed half the cup of wine in one gulp and thought to myself: I wonder if that nasty rabbit is asleep right now

Then I thought about it, she must be asleep. After all, she always went to bed before me and slept like a little pig. No matter how much I called her, she wouldn't wake up.

Unconsciously, half a bottle of red wine had been drunk. Tang Yucheng came to his senses and immediately stopped.

After sealing the unfinished red wine, he left the study and returned to his room.

Lying in bed, I thought that after drinking alcohol I would feel sleepy, but surprisingly, my mind was still very clear.

He glanced at the time; it was well past two in the morning.

He lay there for a while, but the longer he stayed, the more uncomfortable he felt. Finally, he got out of bed and walked to a safe where valuables were kept.

From the bottom shelf, he pulled out a notebook that An Xiaotu had torn to shreds earlier. Though the task was temporarily over, he had kept this notebook close all along.

Looking at Xiujuan's beautiful handwriting in the notebook, he imagined what kind of state of mind she was in and what expression she had on her face when she wrote these characters.

I looked at it back and forth a few times before putting it away.

Looking at the two wedding certificates, I recalled that night and everything that followed: their marriage registration, her pregnancy... But in the end, they still owed her a proper wedding ceremony.

Thinking about this, Tang Yucheng had some ideas in mind...

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The next day

Early in the morning, Tang Yucheng called Ling Shuang and asked about Xiaotu's situation at the Tang family last night.

Ling Shuang diligently reported to An Xiao Tu every word he had said and everything he had done.

After finishing, he once again reminded her of a few things. Then, Tang Yucheng, who had been up all night, walked into the bathroom to wash and brush his teeth, then dressed neatly and went downstairs for breakfast.

Because Master has been waking up exceptionally early these days, Rong-shen has also been preparing breakfast very early.

Seeing that the master had gotten up earlier than usual today, he wasn't surprised.ievedly.Tang Moqing appeared at night, without anyone knowing when, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile. He said, "According to Miss Sikong's logic, should I marry all the women who like me home Miss...