Chapter 217 An Unyielding Possessiveness

It was probably when he had her pressed against the window. She was too exhausted to speak, but Tan Zheng was still tireless. She still remembered his eyes then, dark and deep, capturing her, locking onto her, only her. Song Ni's pupils contracted sharply. Tan Zheng had indeed said something at the time. Tan Zheng scooped up a spoonful of porridge and offered it to Song Ni, only to see her brow furrowed slightly. She didn't open her mouth for a long time. "It doesn't taste good?" Tan Zheng didn't often make breakfast. Even if he was confident at first, he became uncertain by Song Ni's reaction. He tasted a spoonful himself. It was moderately seasoned, thick but not greasy, perfectly adequate for breakfast. However, considering Song Ni's usual preference for stronger flavors, she might find it too bland. "Baby, you can't eat heavy flavors in the morning." Tan Zheng scooped another spoonful and offered it again. Her lips brushed against the sticky white porridge, and only then did Song Ni's wandering thoughts return. She looked intently at Tan Zheng, pushed his hand away, then moved closer, gripping Tan Zheng's eyes, trying to recall what he had said last night. At this moment, his eyes also held her, and only her, but compared to that time, she felt something was missing. What was missing? Song Ni stared for a long time, thought for a long time, and then her expression shifted as she realized what it was. The deepness and gravity were gone, the possessiveness that declared she was the only one for him had diminished significantly, or perhaps he had hidden it. If Tan Zheng didn't realize Song Ni was lost in thought about something else now, he wouldn't deserve the title of Song Ni's husband. The man put down the bowl, wrapped one arm around Song Ni's waist, and with a slight exertion, pulled her onto his lap. He leisurely brushed her hair with his other hand. "What are you thinking about, hmm?" Song Ni's eyes flickered, her eyelashes moved. "You tell me to think carefully about my wording." Tan Zheng raised an eyebrow. "You need to think carefully about your wording with me?" Hearing Tan Zheng's point, Song Ni found it quite reasonable. So, Song Ni wrapped her arms around the man's neck, sat up a little straighter, and cleared her throat. "Last night, when you had me pressed against the window and were making love to me, did you say something to me? What did you say?" Tan Zheng: ... The corner of the man's mouth twitched slightly. He reached out, removed Song Ni's hands from his neck, and held them in his own, squeezing them. "Perhaps you should think carefully about your wording after all." Song Ni was quite speechless. "You were the one who said I didn't need to think about it. Are you shy? You, Tan Zheng, get shy? You did it, so what are you shy about? If you have the guts, don't do it." Hearing Song Ni's string of verbal attacks, Tan Zheng smiled faintly and couldn't resist lifting her hands to his lips and kissing them several times. "I'm not shy." The man raised his eyebrows, a hint of insolence in his eyes. He hooked his lips and added, "What's there to be shy about? The fact that I could last so long is my skill." Song Ni: ... What was with Tan Zheng's inexplicable pride? Besides, did she say he lasted that long? He was the one bringing it up. "So, what did you say?" Tan Zheng smiled, his eyebrows raised, and shook his head. "You think about it yourself." Song Ni: ... "Didn't I just think about it carefully? That's why I'm asking you, because I couldn't figure it out?" Tan Zheng still shook his head. Thinking of the three words that had slipped out when they were deep in passion last night, a faint smile played on his lips. He had understood his feelings long ago. This time, after returning from America, he dared to confess them to Song Ni. Xi Jin Jiang had begun to let go of his past and was slowly accepting the present, willing to return home and start a new life. So... could he also love someone wholeheartedly and hold expectations for happiness? It was just a shame that this ungrateful little thing didn't remember. Thinking of this, Tan Zheng looked at Song Ni's furrowed brow, with a hint of "disappointed in your lack of progress," and reached out to pinch her nose. "If you can't figure it out, then don't. I won't tell you." Song Ni: ... "Tan Zheng, you're too mean." Saying this, Song Ni clenched her fist and began to punch the man's chest, one after another. Her posture was fierce, but the blows landed on Tan Zheng with no force, soft and gentler than a massage. Tan Zheng knew Song Ni was soft-hearted and wouldn't truly hurt him, so he held her waist steady and let her hit him, even saying, "Baby, take it easy, don't hurt your hand." Hearing this, Song Ni paused. Seeing the smile and smugness in Tan Zheng's eyes, she guessed what he was happy about and raised an eyebrow, punching his chest again. This time, she used her strength. Tan Zheng: ... Seeing the man's brow furrowed, Song Ni raised her small fist. "Does it hurt?" It did. But for Tan Zheng, this pain was nothing. Seeing that Song Ni's fist was red, the man tutted, grabbed her wrist, and examined it closely. "A thousand enemies killed, eight hundred self-inflicted." No, if judged by pain perception, Song Ni should have recovered, it was eight hundred enemies killed, a thousand self-inflicted. Song Ni, however, lifted her chin. "Don't think I won't hit you. I don't feel sorry for you at all." Look at this stubbornness, look at this strong will. Tan Zheng sighed inwardly, his eyes filled with a smile. "Mmm, you don't feel sorry, but I do." Saying this, Tan Zheng carefully examined Song Ni's hand, including the three fingers that had been caught in the door yesterday. The swelling had subsided a bit, but it still looked alarming. "Let's go to the hospital to get it checked." Song Ni: ... "No way, it's not a big deal, just put some medicine on it." "What if it's a bone injury?" Song Ni rolled her eyes dramatically. "Please, if it were a bone injury, I'd be in excruciating pain, not here laughing and joking." "Let's get it checked, I'm worried." "No, it's too much trouble." "Then let's call the family doctor." Saying this, Tan Zheng picked up his phone and made a call. Song Ni opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything. Fine, it wouldn't take much time to get checked at home anyway. So, what exactly did Tan Zheng say last night? Going in circles, Song Ni was still trapped by this question. She was too curious, and she really loved that look of Tan Zheng's that declared she was the only one for him. It made her feel as if Tan Zheng belonged entirely to her, even surrendered to her. Even though she liked Tan Zheng's regal, lofty demeanor, able to control everything with ease. Yet, the thought of such a Tan Zheng, bowing his head, kneeling before her, coaxing her softly, cherishing her, doting on her, holding her in the palm of his hand, made her heart pound. That feeling was indescribable, yet it made her heart race. Possessing Tan Zheng felt like possessing the whole world. What exactly did he say then? Song Ni knitted her brows and lowered her gaze. She had to find the answer.