Quick Transmigration: Seducing the Villain, the Delicate Beauty Becomes His Darling

Sheng Yan often looked speechless, as if she wasn't his granddaughter.

What is he showing off for? We'll snatch it from him in a minute.

There's only one child in the family, and all the adults are eyeing him longingly, taking every opportunity to hold him.

Song Qinghai and Sheng Yan fought fiercely for it.

After all, they didn't dare to say anything when their wives wanted a hug.

As soon as Song Yunzhi finished her postpartum confinement, Sheng Huaixu secretly got his tubal ligation done.

He didn't want her to worry, but when he got home that day, his wife kept pestering him to do his homework.

Sheng Huaixu couldn't produce the document and felt extremely guilty.

He refused to say anything, so Song Yunzhi stripped him naked.

He then confessed honestly and was subsequently kicked out of the room.

"Young Master, why aren't you asleep so late? Are you hungry?" Aunt Xu asked with concern as she passed by the door. "Would you like me to cook you some wontons?"

Sheng Huaixu shook his head and said calmly, "It's hot in the room, I'm just getting some fresh air."

Aunt Xu gave a strange look, then waved and left.

The young master must have been kicked out again. It's so hot, the room must have the air conditioning on, how could it be hot?

Watching the person walk away, Sheng Huaixu faced the door and whispered, "Wife, I was wrong."

The door wasn't locked, so he stood obediently in the doorway as punishment. "Zhibao, don't be angry. Getting angry is bad for your health."

"Honey, my wound hurts."

Song Yunzhi opened the door and looked at her with a deep gaze, "Will you still hide things from me in the future?"

"I won't lie, Zhibao, it hurts." He obediently reached out his hand.

Song Yunzhi pursed her lips, took his hand and led him into the house, then skillfully pulled down his pants.

Sheng Huaixu awkwardly pulled the blanket over himself, saying, "Wife, not now."

"I'm not that desperate." Song Yunzhi looked at him with disdain, and gently poked him with her finger. "You won't learn your lesson if it doesn't hurt."

Preface by Sheng Huai: "..."

Seeing that she was no longer angry, Sheng Huaixu happily hugged her, "Wife, I'm in pain, comfort me."

Song Yunzhi looked at him with annoyance. He didn't seem to be in any pain at all; he just had the air of someone who had gotten a good deal and was now acting innocent.

The man whimpered and snuggled into her arms. Song Yunzhi laughed and hugged his head. "Isn't it enough to coax him? Even our daughter doesn't love to be so affectionate."

"Kiss."

He lowered his head and kissed her, his ear tips turning red.

Song Yunzhi immediately grabbed his face, "Sheng Huaixu, don't be a hooligan!"

Sheng Huaixu blushed with embarrassment. He really couldn't hold back in front of his wife and just wanted to kiss her here and there.

His wife, it seems like a kiss wouldn't be a big deal.

Sheng Huaixu shamelessly kissed her again; it smelled wonderful.

Song Yunzhi closed her eyes; she couldn't bear to look anymore.

Whose husband is like this?

......

Little Tangbao could crawl when she was eight months old, learned to say "mama" when she was ten months old, and learned to say "papa" two weeks later.

Sheng Huaixu happily accompanied her at home, calling out "Dad" all day long. The two of them, one big and one small, played happily, humming and cooing, without anyone knowing who was calling whom.

Song Yunzhi felt that her home was filled with her father.

When Xiaotangbao was one year old, she could slowly sway and walk while holding onto things.

The soft little dumpling would take a couple of steps and then plop down on its bottom, only to scramble back up and keep going.

When she got tired from practicing walking, she would crawl on the soft mat, crawl to her father, and reach out her chubby little hands to grab his trouser leg.

"Daddy, tummy, sing."

The man bent down, picked up the little dumpling, and tucked her into his arms, smiling as he patted her tummy. "Your tummy's singing! How about Daddy makes some milk for Tangbao?"

"Mmm, milk!" The little one nodded with bright eyes and happily hugged his father's neck.

Sheng Huaixu's heart melted. He pinched his daughter's cheek, wishing he could give her the best things in the world.

She was always fussy when she was in my belly, but now she's just like Song Yunzhi when she was little, being well-behaved and not crying or making a fuss.

She drinks milk quietly, unless she's feeling unwell, then she'll look at her parents with a pitiful expression and babble as if trying to express her feelings.

She tripped and fell that night, lifting her little foot and then putting it down again, holding back tears as she looked at Song Yunzhi, opening her arms wide, "Mommy, hoohoo~"

"Okay, Mommy's soothing." Song Yunzhi picked her up, looked down at her knees, and gently coaxed, "Soothing, the pain is gone."

The little one was coaxed into giggling, instantly forgetting the pain, and slid down to crawl around everywhere.

When Tang Bao was two years old, Sheng Huaixu took her out to play and came back with a dark expression.

"What's wrong?" Song Yunzhi asked as she closed her laptop after finishing the meeting.

Sheng Huaixu looked down at his daughter's chubby little face, her aggrieved and sorrowful gaze almost tangible.

"Mommy, kiss me." Song Yutang pouted and leaned in to give her mother a kiss on the cheek, smiling sincerely.

Song Yunzhi turned her head and patted her head. "Tangbao, tell Mommy what you did today?"

"Little friend, here comes the beautiful stuffed pot!"

Sheng Huaixu's face darkened. It had been an hour or two, how could he still remember that brat?

Song Yunzhi froze, instantly realizing what Sheng Huaixu was upset about.

"Mommy, I want to play with other kids!" The little guy kicked his legs happily, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his parents.

Sheng Huaixu became depressed and carried Song Yutang upstairs to sleep.

You'll forget about it after a good night's sleep; just forget about that brat as soon as possible.

After coaxing her daughter to sleep, Song Yunzhi cut up some fruit and stood at the door, softly saying, "Brother, have some fruit."

"Wife, you're not allowed to let Tangbao kiss me anymore."

"Hmm? Why?" Song Yunzhi fed him a blueberry. "Tangbao is only two years old. It's not too late to tell her these things in a couple of years."

"No way! She kissed a boy today, and I'm furious!" Sheng Huaixu frowned deeply. "That little boy even tried to kiss her! Luckily, I reacted quickly, or my daughter would have been kissed by some other brat!"

Song Yunzhi opened her mouth, then quietly closed it again.

"Tell me, this is going to get out of hand. No matter how much she tries to be cute tomorrow, I won't let her kiss me!" Sheng Huaixu said with a serious expression.

Song Yunzhi nodded, "Okay, then you should talk to her properly. She can understand a lot now."

"Hmm." Sheng Huaixu lowered his head, still looking somewhat downcast.