Chapter 306: Why Count

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Why Count

The phone rang, but there was silence from Tang Wan's end. Yang Chen thought the phone might be malfunctioning until he heard faint breathing, knowing it was Tang Wan hesitating to speak.

Yang Chen chuckled lightly. "Are you testing my hearing? Can I hear your breathing?"

Finally, Tang Wan spoke up. "Are you still angry with me?"

"Angry? When have you seen me angry?" Yang Chen asked.

"Last time, I misunderstood you. I was too anxious. I only figured out what happened yesterday," Tang Wan spoke softly, somewhat timidly, a far cry from her usual strong demeanor.

Yang Chen smiled. "It's good as long as you know. I wasn't really angry."

"In that case, can I invite you to dinner tomorrow? It's Christmas, consider it an apology," Tang Wan asked tentatively.

"I have plans tomorrow, but you don't need to apologize. I didn't know Tang Tang was your daughter, otherwise there wouldn't have been such a misunderstanding," Yang Chen replied.

Tang Wan still seemed unsure if Yang Chen had forgiven her. "Do you dislike me? I was so impulsive and said such harsh things."

"You weren't impulsive. I understand your feelings as a mother. Besides, that girl really isn't easy to manage. It's just been a busy few days for me. I'll be on company vacation to Yingben next week. Let's talk about it after I come back for the New Year," Yang Chen suggested.

Tang Wan sounded a bit disappointed. "Alright, after the New Year, I'll contact you again. After the New Year, I'll be forty years old. Will you think I'm too old and not want to talk to me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think you look like a forty-year-old woman? If there's any gap between us, it's because of Tang Tang. You're her mother. Honestly, if there were something between us, although we're both adults, it would still feel strange," Yang Chen replied honestly.

"Tang Tang would find it hard to accept, right?" Tang Wan sighed with self-blame. "It's a good thing nothing really happened between us that night. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to face Tang Tang. I think I'll use this time to calmly think about my feelings towards you. Let's meet after the New Year."

Tang Wan's candid expressions always left Yang Chen feeling helpless yet relieved. This woman could bluntly say she wanted to spend the night with him, and now she could honestly express her hesitation.

Yang Chen didn't have many thoughts about it. Regarding Tang Wan, he couldn't say he loved her, but he liked her. He liked Tang Wan's mature figure and her demeanor. Moreover, since she had proposed a relationship without responsibility, Yang Chen admitted he didn't have the strength to refuse.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Chen turned his attention to Mo Qianyi's bedroom.

He walked to the bedroom door and knocked. "Xiao Qianqian, why are you showering in the bedroom?"

Mo Qianni's voice took a long time to come out, "I'm asleep!"

Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh and cry, how could it be like a sleazy uncle tempting a little girl? The little girl even opened her eyes lovingly and told lies.

Mo Qianni responded drowsily, "As long as you do it like this every time, not like the first time."

"I promise to make you comfortable every time," Yang Chen said with a smile. In his mind, he thought, as long as she's not scared, how they do it will always be under his control.

After a long day, Yang Chen felt a bit exhausted himself. Holding Mo Qianni, he gradually drifted off to sleep.

In the blink of an eye, a night had passed.

The sky outside was still dim, and Yang Chen felt something light and soft, like raindrops, gently falling on his eyebrows.

He shifted his head slightly and opened his eyes to see Mo Qianni already dressed in her pajamas, her face fresh and makeup-free, smiling down at him.

Yawning, Yang Chen said with a wry smile, "What is it now, getting up so early? I remember today is the weekend, right?"

"One hundred forty-seven, one hundred forty-one," Mo Qianni said excitedly.

"What's one hundred forty-seven and one hundred forty-one?" Yang Chen rubbed his eyes and asked.

Like a child who had tasted honey, Mo Qianni said joyfully, "You have one hundred forty-seven hairs on your left eyebrow, and I counted one hundred forty-one on your right eyebrow, but there are a few more I haven't counted yet."

Yang Chen thought he had misheard and asked, dumbfounded and helpless, "Why are you counting my eyebrows?"

Mo Qianni gazed at Yang Chen with a loving look, "I read in a book that when a woman loves her man, she knows even how many hairs are on his eyebrows. I can't count them every day, so I have to seize the opportunity when I can."

The smile on Yang Chen's face faded as he stared at the somewhat silly woman in front of him, feeling that any words he could say at this moment would seem so inadequate.

"Why do you always make me feel guilty, Xiao Qianqian? A true seductress should be someone like you. Other women use their bodies to entice men, but you use your heart to make me feel breathless," Yang Chen said as he hugged Mo Qianni tightly. Smiling, he added, "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

"It's not that serious," Mo Qianni said, pursing her lips in a smile. "You're awake now; I'll go make breakfast."

As Mo Qianni spoke, she was about to get up, but Yang Chen pulled her back onto the bed.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Mo Qianni's heart fluttered with fear that Yang Chen might want to do that again.

Yang Chen said seriously, "It's not fair. You counted mine, but I haven't counted yours. Stay still and let me count your eyebrows."

Realizing what he meant, Mo Qianni felt both amused and exasperated. In the end, she just threw herself onto Yang Chen's chest, giggling joyfully.