Only I Understand His Gentle Heart - Chapter 101.2

Tang Yu, noticing how exhausted Tang Xin was, gently patted her cheek and rolled to the side. Pulling her into his arms, he whispered against her ear, “Sleep now, Rich Girl.”

Tang Xin was utterly drained, just as she had said she’d be. She fell asleep immediately after closing her eyes, her soft breathing filling the room.

Listening to her steady breaths, Tang Yu traced his long fingers along her face absentmindedly. Memories of his past relationships flickered through his mind. Yes, he’d dated a few women before, but he’d never taken things to the bedroom. Why? It always boiled down to compatibility. He had cared about them, certainly, but the relationships had lacked that sense of true connection.

Unlike most men, Tang Yu didn’t prioritize that kind of thing. Differences in values or perspectives were enough for him to hold back—what was the point of moving forward if they didn’t align?

But Tang Xin…

Looking down at her, Tang Yu couldn’t help but smile. By all logic, they shouldn’t have worked. Their views were wildly different, their personalities clashing at every turn. Yet he found her quirks charming, her blunt honesty endearing. Somehow, she’d even managed to pull him out of his usual rigid ways, something no one else had ever done.

Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Rich Girl, I like you.”

The next day, Tang Xin didn’t wake until the afternoon. Tang Yu had already left for work. The Counterterrorism production team had returned to the country, injured crew members included, and Tang Yu was scheduled to visit them at the hospital that morning.

Despite his busy day, Tang Yu still managed to send her messages—and red packets—through WeChat.

10:00 AM: Rich Girl, order takeout when you wake up. Or come to my office, and we’ll eat together.

10:15 AM: I’ve already ordered you a new phone. Or do you want to come pick one out with me?

1:00 PM: Still not awake? Were you really that tired?

1:30 PM: If you’re not up in half an hour, I’m calling you.

Tang Xin finally rolled out of bed at 1:20 PM, feeling as though her waist had broken and her thighs were made of lead. This is what happens when you overindulge. The pain, the pain, the pain!

Picking up her cracked phone, Tang Xin scowled at the memory of Tang Yu’s antics from the night before. She couldn’t help but type a message, “Tang Yu, you big pig trotter! My waist is about to snap in half!”

Tang Yu, leaning back in his chair at work, laughed out loud as he read her message.

Tang Yu: I’ll massage it when I get home.

Tang Xin: Don’t even think about touching me tonight!

Tang Yu: …

He called her immediately.

“What do you want?” Tang Xin grumbled.

“What are we eating tonight?” Tang Yu asked, his voice amused.

Tang Xin, starving, replied, “I haven’t decided yet. I’m about to order takeout.”

“No need,” Tang Yu said smoothly. “I ordered for you over half an hour ago. It should be there soon. Go freshen up.”

“This is what being a boyfriend is all about,” Tang Xin muttered, satisfied. “Buy the phone for me directly, okay? I want the white one.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Tang Xin opened the group chat with You Huan and Ming Zhu.

Their last messages were from 11:00 AM:

You Huan: Tang Xin isn’t up yet? It’s so late! First love excitement is one thing, but pace yourselves, young lady. Tell your Mr. Tang not to overdo it—men hit their decline after 30!

Ming Zhu: … Surely not.

You Huan: Oh right, your Captain Lu is nearly 31. My bad. It varies from person to person!

Tang Xin hobbled toward the bathroom, clutching her sore waist as she typed.

Tang Xin: You two! Tang Yu saw last night’s messages! It was a disaster! I demand hot pot to recover from this trauma!

She tossed her phone aside and headed to wash up. By the time she was done, the takeout had arrived.

In the group chat:

You Huan: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ming Zhu: Don’t get pregnant, okay? Promise me!
Tang Xin: …

That afternoon, Tang Xin fell asleep again. When faint noises from outside stirred her, she groggily sat up, running a hand through her hair. Was Tang Yu back?

Climbing out of bed, still in her spaghetti-strap nightdress, she opened the door and called out, “Mr. Tang, did you skip work?”

No answer.

“Tang Yu?” she tried again. Still nothing.

Finally, with a cheeky smile, she added, “Daddy Tang?”

The sound of her voice startled someone—Tang Yu’s younger sister, standing frozen in the kitchen doorway.

Tang Yu’s younger sister blinked at the sight of Tang Xin: a sweet-looking woman in a strappy dress, barefoot and unguarded. Not the glamorous, qipao-wearing beauty she’d expected based on rumors.

She wasn’t unattractive—her complexion was flawless, her features delicate—but she leaned more toward cute than the sophisticated allure people had described.

And just now… what had she called her brother?

Daddy Tang?

…Wow. She’s bold.

Tang Xin froze, staring at the unexpected guest in shock. Her mind immediately filled with melodramatic, soap-opera-worthy scenarios.

Tang Yu’s younger sister, meanwhile, studied Tang Xin curiously, her lips curling into a sweet smile. “Are you my brother’s girlfriend?”

It was the first time she’d seen a woman here. She couldn’t help but wonder, Is this his girlfriend? Or a one-night stand?

Still, her brother’s quirks made the latter unlikely. Tang Yu’s younger sister wasn’t even sure if he’d ever had a casual fling. Sometimes she suspected… he might still be a virgin.