Chapter 115 Nausea

As it was rush hour, when Yang Chen drove to the suburban villa area Tangtang mentioned, it had been over an hour, and darkness was gradually descending.

The greenery in the western suburbs was particularly lush, and the dark shadows of trees covered the road, making the white BMW stand out conspicuously. However, it was quite evident that such upscale villa areas had a common problem—no one on the road.

Following Tangtang's directions, they arrived at a small villa. The lights inside were on, indicating someone was waiting at home.

"Thank you, Uncle. I'll have to bury myself in books for a while now. Don't forget about me," Tangtang said reluctantly, blinking her big eyes at Yang Chen.

Yang Chen reached out and tousled the girl's silky hair, teasing, "Why would I miss you? Get off the car, little brat, before your sister... I mean, your mom gets impatient."

"Tsk, she's just my sister, she won't ever become a mom in her life!" Tangtang stubbornly huffed. After getting out of the car, she even blew a cute kiss to Yang Chen before closing the door and running towards the house.

Seeing Tangtang safely entering the house, Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief. Glancing at the time in the car, it was almost six in the evening. Remembering he had something to do that night, he immediately stepped on the gas pedal and swiftly left the villa area.

Quietly entering the house, the soft Mediterranean blankets covered the pine wood floors. Tangtang took off her pink flat canvas shoes, revealing adorable cartoon-patterned white socks inside. She tiptoed on the carpet towards the edge of the sofa in the living room.

Peering cautiously, Tangtang indeed saw a familiar figure lying on the soft Chesterfield leather sofa, with slightly wavy long hair scattered over the polished tiles. The curves of the body were so graceful and enticing that most women would feel envious.

The elegant and charming lady held a copy of "The Taikō" in her hands, gently flipping through the pages, and suddenly spoke, "When did our little warrior Tangtang become so cautious even when coming home?"

"Not cautious, just cautious of deception..."

"Come over, no landmines here," the lady smiled.

Relieved that the lady wasn't angry, Tangtang patted her chest and walked over, kneeling on the carpet beside the lady. She caressed the lady's smooth blue hair and said, "My dear sister, you're getting younger and prettier. In a few years, we'll have to recalculate our ages."

"You little rascal, knowing you're coming home late, now you've learned to flatter," the lady affectionately extended her pristine fingers and tapped Tangtang's delicate nose, her gaze full of tenderness. "How many times have I told you, call me 'mom', not 'sister'!"

"You wanted me to call you 'sister', so I won't call you 'mom'. Moms seem so old-fashioned, but my sister, you're still young," Tangtang pouted.

The lady sat up, set aside the book, and with both hands, she gently helped Tangtang sit on the sofa, revealing a hint of sternness. "That was when you were a child. At that time, I was still young and foolish, but that was wrong. Now that you've grown up, how can you continue to call your mom 'sister'? It's embarrassing if others hear."

"What's the big deal? I just like calling you 'sister'. Sisters are great, no generation gap with sisters!" Tangtang playfully smiled.

"Tangtang, be a good girl and call me 'mom'!" the lady persisted.

"I won't be good. I'll be your little sister then..."

"I am your mom. How can you not listen to me?" The lady furrowed her brows, sounding quite irritated.

Tangtang shook her head with a pout. "Nope, you're not my mom! I'll call you 'sister', 'sister', 'sister'..."

"Why am I not your mom?" The lady grew anxious, her voice rising several degrees. "You naughty child! What should I do with you! Do you know how long you stayed in my belly? Ten months of pregnancy, my flesh and blood came out of my womb. How can you not call me 'mom'?"

"No..." Tangtang whimpered, throwing herself into the lady's arms, embracing her soft and delicate waist. "I just don't want to call you mom... If I call you mom, then I don't have a dad... It's like I magically appeared out of nowhere... Calling you sister feels more comfortable in my heart. At least I'm not alone, I still have a sister..."

Her soft and murmured words were like waves crashing against the shore, shaking the lady's heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as she lightly trembled, one hand trembling as it caressed her daughter's back, and she leaned down to gently kiss Tangtang's hair...

"I'm sorry, Tangtang. Mom brought you into this world but couldn't give you a dad. I'm sorry..."

Under the desk lamp, the young mother and daughter embraced tightly, serene and tranquil.

When Yang Chen returned home, he could already smell the aroma of food wafting from the house. Yang Chen, who had been hungry all afternoon, naturally couldn't wait any longer. After parking the car, he dashed straight into the house. Sure enough, Wang Mama had already set the dishes on the table—winter melon ribs, cauliflower with pork loin, soy-glazed eggplant, and several other dishes, steaming hot and emitting a delicious fragrance.

Lin Ruoxi, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, saw Yang Chen rush into the house. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she didn't say anything. She quietly stood up, walked to the dining table, and called out to the kitchen, "Wang Mama, don't bother, come and eat."

Yang Chen felt a warmth in his heart and smiled, asking, "Wait for me to eat together?"

"It's Wang Mama waiting for you, not me waiting for you. I'm waiting for Wang Mama to eat together," Lin Ruoxi said somewhat awkwardly, as she began to serve herself rice, ignoring Yang Chen.

Wang Mama, coming out of the kitchen, smiled kindly, "Master, don't listen to Miss's nonsense. Actually, it's Miss waiting for you."

Lin Ruoxi, hearing this, felt somewhat impatient, but didn't retort. She knew Wang Mama meant well and started eating quietly.

Yang Chen had already become accustomed to the cold and silent atmosphere between husband and wife. He smiled gratefully at Wang Mama, eagerly serving her a full bowl of rice before serving himself.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat eerie, with Lin Ruoxi silent as if she didn't exist at all.

Wang Mama kept trying to bring the couple closer by making small talk, but seeing that Lin Ruoxi seemed to be in a particularly bad mood, she didn't know how to broach the topic.

Yang Chen, being his usual hearty self, dug into his food with gusto. Wang Mama's cooking left him with no room to think about why Lin Ruoxi was especially cold today. In no time, he finished a large bowl of food and filled another.

"If Master needs more food, I can go make some noodles," Wang Mama said cheerfully, worried that Yang Chen wouldn't have enough to eat.

Yang Chen shook his head. "It's enough, enough. I'll be full after finishing this bowl."

Lin Ruoxi said displeasedly, "Wang Mama, why are you so good to him? He just eats without doing any work. Eating more is just a waste of national grain."

Wang Mama sensed trouble brewing and hurriedly said, "Miss, how can you say that? It's a good thing that Master has a good appetite."

"His good appetite makes me nauseous!"

Lin Ruoxi slammed her chopsticks on the table, stood up abruptly, and walked upstairs.

She had been holding back her anger since noon. This guy not only didn't work hard, but also went out to play games during working hours, which was infuriating!

Okay, if he doesn't explain anything about that Mo Qianni thing to himself, even if it's just a little bit, he'll endure it! But that's not all, he's playing games outside until so late without even giving a call home beforehand, making himself and Wang Mama wait for him to eat without a single word of explanation, and then he starts devouring his food!

Lin Ruoxi wished she could shove all the dishes in this guy's mouth and make him eat his fill!

Everything happened so quickly that Yang Chen's mind hadn't yet caught up with what was happening. Lin Ruoxi had already run upstairs and slammed the study door shut with a bang.

"Wang Mama, did I do something wrong again?" Yang Chen wondered, confused. Did she get angry because he ate too much?

Wang Mama shook her head with a bitter smile. "Maybe Miss got worried because you came home so late without giving her a call. Don't take it to heart, Master. Miss is angry because she cares about you."

"It's scary to be cared about like this," Yang Chen chuckled awkwardly.

Wang Mama hesitated, carefully choosing her words. "Master, actually Miss's anger is not unreasonable. In the past, it was just Miss and me at home. Miss never needed to wait for anyone. She would eat when she wanted to eat and go out when she wanted to go out. But now that there's one more person in the house, Miss is looking after you. However, you ignored Miss's feelings, came home an hour late without giving her a call, and Miss might feel that you don't respect her, which is why she's angry."

Yang Chen fell silent. It seemed that he was indeed at fault. He nodded humbly and said, "Then how about this, Wang Mama? I used to be lazy, but I'll start trying harder now. But if it's past dinner time and I haven't come home yet, then don't wait for me. Occasionally, if things get messy, I might forget to make a call."

Wang Mama smiled and agreed, then happily started adding more dishes to Yang Chen's plate.

After finishing a satisfying meal, Yang Chen looked at the time and saw that it was just before half-past seven. It was just right to go to the Rose Bar at the Rose of Rose tonight. He couldn't afford to forget about tonight's event, or else he'd be restless for the rest of his life if something went wrong at the Rose.

After briefly telling Wang Mama that he had something to do and leaving, Yang Chen quickly drove away from the villa.

Lin Ruoxi, who was working in the study, heard the sound of a car starting downstairs and frowned. She put down her pen, walked out of the study, and looked downstairs through the open window, but there was no sign of Yang Chen.

"Wang Mama, where did he go?" Lin Ruoxi hesitated for a moment before asking.

Wang Mama was wiping the table. After hearing Lin Ruoxi's question, she smiled with relief. "Miss seems to still care about Master a lot. It's good for young people to talk more. There's nothing to be angry about."

Lin Ruoxi remained silent. She didn't want to say anything that would worry Wang Mama.

Wang Mama was accustomed to Lin Ruoxi's way of speaking and continued, "Master said he's going to attend a banquet hosted by a friend. He might not be back tonight, so he told us not to wait for him."

A banquet?

Lin Ruoxi took a long, deep breath, feeling a bit relieved in her heart. She muttered to herself with a cold smile, "Wait for him? We didn't need to wait for him in the first place!"

With that, Lin Ruoxi turned around and returned to the study, slamming the door shut with a bang.