Only I Understand His Gentle Heart - Chapter 99.3

Tang Yu’s eyes were slightly red, and his face seemed to carry a faint blush. Or maybe Tang Xin was imagining it. He leaned in, biting her lip lightly before straightening and pulling her clothes back down. “Let’s go upstairs first,” he said.

Tang Xin stepped out of the car with a flushed face while Tang Yu retrieved her suitcase from the trunk.

As they walked toward the building’s entrance, Tang Xin hesitated, her voice lowering. “Tang Yu, um… are you… prepared?”

It was rare to see her this bashful.

Tang Yu cleared his throat, sliding a hand into his pocket to touch the small square box. His voice was calm and direct. “I am.”

On the drive over, his thoughts had been spinning. No matter how unconventional Tang Xin’s perspective on love was, he found her irresistible. Her quirks made her endearing, and he wanted her in his life. That evening, her bold proclamation on Elite Vision Entertainment’s official account echoed in his mind. It was so striking that it had burned itself into his memory.

When they passed a pharmacy earlier, impulse took over, and he walked in to make a purchase.

If there was a woman he wanted to sleep with, why delay? Every second wasted was a second of life squandered.

Tang Xin suddenly turned to glare at him. “Beast! You totally planned this!”

“I did,” he admitted openly.

“Scoundrel!”

Tang Yu dropped his gaze to meet hers, hooking an arm around her neck to pull her closer. “Say whatever you want,” he murmured lazily as he guided her into the elevator.

Tang Xin lowered her head, her thoughts racing. Somehow, she felt like she was walking straight into a trap of her own making. She turned and bit his hand resting on her shoulder, her teeth sinking in just enough to make him hiss.

“Feisty Queen, if you keep biting, you’ll be the one crying later. Believe me?” he warned, his voice low and husky.

Tang Xin released his hand immediately but glanced back with a defiant look. “Who knows?”

The elevator chimed softly as they reached her floor.

Tang Yu lowered his gaze, his half-lidded eyes watching her with an intensity that made her heart race.

She bolted out of the elevator, muttering, “The keys are in the suitcase.”

Once they retrieved the keys and unlocked the door, Tang Yu pushed the suitcase aside and pinned Tang Xin against the door as it shut behind them. Without turning on the lights, his lips captured hers in a heated kiss. His hands pushed her shirt up to her chest, his lips trailing to her neck with a ferocity that made her believe he might just take her right there.

Tang Xin squirmed, her voice trembling as she pleaded, “Tang Yu, can I… can I take a shower first?”

Tang Yu sucked gently on her neck before pulling back. His voice was hoarse, almost growling. “Fine. Give me a towel.”

Reaching over to flick on the lights, Tang Xin saw his disheveled shirt and slightly messy hair. His faint blush and alluring demeanor made him look unbearably sexy. Unable to meet his eyes, she ducked her head. “I can grab one of my dad’s pajamas for you, but they’ll probably be too short.”

Tang Yu was 6’1” (186 cm), while her dad was about 5’9” (175 cm).

“No need. I’ll be taking them off anyway.”

Tang Xin had no words. She bit her lip and remembered the unisex bathrobe she had bought earlier. It was white, oversized, and gender-neutral. She handed him the bathrobe along with a towel. “This should fit.”

Tang Yu glanced at the robe and smirked. “Good enough.”

Tang Xin, still blushing, quickly retreated to the master bathroom with her nightgown. She picked out a black satin slip dress—something a bit more daring—and stared at herself in the mirror.

Regret hit her hard. She hadn’t had time to lose those few extra pounds, and now there was a slight bulge on her stomach.

“I will lose this weight!” she muttered, determined.

Meanwhile, Tang Yu finished his shower in the guest bathroom, slipping on the bathrobe and tying the sash loosely at his waist. He walked into the bedroom, noting its warm, cozy atmosphere. The girlish touches—plush furniture, a small sofa by the bed, and a laptop on the windowsill’s built-in seating—gave him a glimpse into her life.

He sat on the sofa, glanced at his watch, and sighed. It was 12:40 a.m.

Late.

Leaning back, he let himself relax. The sound of running water from the bathroom kept him slightly on edge. His face grew warmer as impatience prickled at him.

Why was Rich Girl taking so long? Half an hour for a shower?

Finally, after another fifteen minutes, Tang Xin emerged.

Tang Yu’s gaze snapped to her, taking in the black satin slip that clung to her figure. Her pale, delicate skin glowed against the dark fabric. She wasn’t actually chubby—her small frame made her slight softness more noticeable. But her petite build gave her a soft, alluring femininity.

His eyes lingered, his throat tightening.

Tang Xin was visibly nervous under Tang Yu’s intense gaze. Her eyes darted around the room, but she couldn’t bring herself to meet his.

Tang Yu crooked a finger at her, his voice calm and confident. “Come here.”

Hesitant, Tang Xin walked over, only to be pulled onto his lap and wrapped securely in his arms. Tang Yu rested his chin on her shoulder, his deep voice tinged with amusement. “It’s already 1 a.m. Seems like it’s getting late.”

“Exactly!” she replied, a spark of hope lighting up in her voice. “How about we—”

Before she could finish suggesting a rain check, he leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against her ear. “So, let’s not waste any more time. Let’s hurry up and harmonize our lives.”

“…”

Tang Xin wasn’t sure if she was inexperienced or if Tang Yu was just exceptionally skilled at turning her into a puddle of mush with his words. Before she could process his remark, he scooped her up effortlessly, his arms cradling her as he carried her to the bed.

Her wide eyes locked onto his, her breath catching as he leaned over her. The loose folds of his bathrobe revealed broad shoulders and a toned chest, his well-defined abs teasing her gaze. A stray thought entered her mind: Tang Yu’s body is amazing. Then came a second, more self-critical one. Too bad he’s getting shortchanged—he has abs, and I don’t even have a flat stomach!

Tang Yu had no time for her self-deprecating musings. His body was ablaze, driven by a single focus. He lowered himself, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was gentle yet deeply passionate.

Her black satin dress was quickly pushed up, exposing her soft, pale legs, which instinctively squirmed under him. He held her firmly, his hands moving reverently over her smooth skin, as though admiring a piece of fine art.

In no time, Tang Xin found herself completely bare.

Tang Yu’s bathrobe ended up discarded on the floor, revealing a body that was as impressive as it was intimidating. His muscular chest and abdomen were on full display. Tang Xin clutched the blanket close, her face half-hidden behind it. Her fingers splayed over her eyes, peeking through the gaps as if she couldn’t decide whether to look or not.

She was nervous, yes—but also… amazed. Wow, what a bargain I got.

Noticing her furtive glances, Tang Yu smirked and leaned closer. He gently pulled her hands away from her face. “This way, isn’t the view clearer?”

Tang Xin’s face turned beet red. “Who’s looking at you, you big pig trotter!”

His soft laugh vibrated against her ear as he planted kisses along her neck. Guiding her trembling hand downward, he teased, “Want to feel for yourself?”

Tang Xin froze, her mind going blank.

“…Okay.”

The following moments felt like a whirlwind.

To Tang Xin, Tang Yu seemed a little awkward at times, as though he wasn’t entirely experienced. And yet, his actions were guided by instinct, precise and deliberate. Beneath him, she felt herself melt into a pliable form, clinging to his shoulders with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. His kisses were relentless, claiming her lips before murmuring in his gravelly voice, “Rich Girl, I saw the ‘I like you’ you sent me. I’ve received it.”

Her body trembled, a mixture of tension and exhilaration coursing through her. “Mm…”

“How much do you like me? Hmm?” he pressed, his voice teasing yet insistent.

“…Not telling you.” Her voice was soft, almost a whimper.

He held her firmly as she tried to shrink back. “Tell me. Or not?”

“Not…”

The next moment, her eyes flew open wide.

Tang Yu! Big pig trotter!

Time blurred after that. It wasn’t clear how long it lasted—perhaps not very long at all.

Tang Xin, feeling disoriented, couldn’t stop herself from noticing one thing: the ache that lingered. By the time it subsided, everything had come to a sudden end.

She glanced up at Tang Yu, her eyes wide with curiosity and something unspoken.

Tang Yu’s face was deeply flushed—no, very flushed. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, dripping down to his sharp jawline. He looked utterly captivating.

Still…

How long had it been?

Five minutes? Maybe?

Tang Yu closed his eyes briefly, leaning down to bite her lip—not too gently, either. His voice was low and full of warning. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll spank you.”

Tang Xin winced at the playful nip, blinking at him. His tone seemed laced with frustration, almost like… embarrassment. Unable to resist, she blurted out, “Wow, Tang Yu, you’re all looks and no stamina!”

Tang Yu froze.

All looks and no stamina?!

“…”

Go to hell with all looks and no stamina!

🌍 Global Heartbeats with Kliraz: Romance, Culture, and Connection!

Chapter 99 turned up the heat, but let’s cool it down with cultures! Tang Yu and Tang Xin’s dynamic reflects a modern shift in Chinese romance—open declarations of affection, digital flirting, and shared vulnerability. Traditionally, public displays of affection (PDA) were rare in China. But now? Younger generations embrace love openly, like in the West, where PDA is often normalized, though with some variance—Italy’s “passionate piazzas” vs. Japan’s more subtle hand-holding. Where does your culture land on the PDA spectrum?

The “workplace romance” element is intriguing too. In China, it’s becoming more accepted, but some countries still raise eyebrows. Compare that to Sweden, where casual office relationships are common, or Saudi Arabia, where strict boundaries between genders remain. How does your culture navigate love at work?

Tang Yu’s dramatic romantic flair feels universal. It parallels Bollywood’s over-the-top declarations, while his calculated planning mirrors K-drama leads’ meticulous grand gestures. Tang Xin, with her mix of coyness and boldness, feels like a heroine straight out of a telenovela. Where does your love style fit in—subtle or showy?

Behaviorally, their chemistry highlights reciprocal affection. Tang Yu’s confidence triggers Tang Xin’s guarded excitement—a classic push-pull dynamic. So, what’s your romantic vibe? Steady river or roaring fire? (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ