Chapter 15 Why Should a Great Man Worry About Not Having a Wife!

"Mama, mama, Tangtang is all hidden."

"Mama, come quick, come find Tangtang... Mama..."

The voice was soft, but Li Zishen still heard it.

"So your nickname is Tangtang."

"Don't be afraid, Tangtang. I'm your Zishen. I've found you; no need to hide anymore."

Li Zishen gently lifted Tang Xiaowan; his bright phoenix eyes gradually blurred—so it turned out that in this world, he wasn't the only one afraid of being alone.

Different in the day, different at night.

He followed the steps, one by one, his eyes staying fixed on Tang Xiaowan's intoxicatingly vague face.

Night deepened, footsteps accompanied by panting.

"Help, help..."

Li Zishen's pupils contracted as he drew closer.

He saw the girl's eyelashes curved, her plump red lips slightly parted: "Zishen, Zishen."

"Don't be scared, Xiao Wan. I'm here, I'm Zishen."

"Zishen, why..."

Her enunciation grew increasingly unclear. Li Zishen dared not even breathe too loudly, fearing he might disturb Tang Xiaowan.

He stood still, eagerly waiting.

Thinking about what happened in Mei Garden, the girl must have been terrified; otherwise, why would she still be screaming for help in her dreams days after the event?

But this time was unlike on the airplane.

That day, Tang Xiaowan had screamed to be let go; today, it was indeed his name, Zishen, Zishen.

Could it be that her memory had recovered, that she remembered me?

It must be, otherwise she wouldn't be calling out names!

With that thought, Li Zishen held Tang Xiaowan even tighter, as if he'd regained what he'd lost.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from the staircase on the second floor.

Li Zishen looked up and saw Nanny Chen.

Although Bai Long had already passed on the message that Lady Tang had been found and that everyone should return to their posts, Nanny Chen was still somewhat uneasy and had rushed over.

"Is Xiao Wan alright?"

"She's fine."

She followed Li Zishen into the main bedroom on the second floor.

"Young Master, it's very late; you should rest now. I'll stay here with Xiao Wan."

Li Zishen took one more look at the sleeping Tang Xiaowan. He felt he still had so much to say to her, but indeed it was very late; it was past midnight.

"Nanny Chen, make some lean meat porridge for Xiao Wan in the morning."

"Alright, go get some rest."

Li Zishen left thoughtfully.

He didn't return to the third floor or go to the study; instead, he walked back along the staircase leading to the children's playground on the second floor.

Step by step, heavy and slow.

His tall figure appeared especially lonely and melancholic under the dim yellow light.

...

In the morning, Tang Xiaowan woke up.

To Nanny Chen's surprise, she had no recollection whatsoever about last night's trip to the children's playground—she did not even mention a word about it.

However, her mental state was quite good.

Since there was nothing unusual with her body, Nanny Chen also felt relieved and left to attend to her duties.

"Oh my God, why did I dream of you?"

"And how can I covet beauty, even though you are a bit handsome, taller, wealthy, and very generous?"

"Could it be, really a boyfriend?"

After Nanny Chen left, Tang Xiaowan fell into deep thought, wrestling with the dream from last night.

For her, Li Zishen represented a very complex existence. There was hatred but also gratitude; after all, she had been forcibly confined in Li Garden for many days, yet she had been looked after with meticulous care.

"I can't let him bewitch me."

Tang Xiaowan touched her left shoulder, which had been injured by a man dressed in black.

Downstairs, in the dining room.

Li Zishen was stirring millet porridge with a spoon in his left hand while clutching a cellphone in his right, his gaze intense.

Suddenly, his slender fingers swiftly operated the cellphone.

Following that, two soft coughs were heard.

At this moment, a portly middle-aged man sat a step away from him.

He was Li Zishen's second uncle, Li Wanshan.

The old man wore a look of pride and, seeing that Li Zishen did not react, let out several loud coughs that seemed to reverberate throughout the villa.

"Nanny Chen, serve the second uncle a bowl of millet porridge, to soothe his throat."

"No need to bother, I've already eaten."

Actually, Nanny Chen had not moved at all.

From the moment Li Wanshan had entered, she had been unenthusiastic, merely greeting him out of courtesy, as if he were any ordinary guest.

When Li Zishen's father, Li Zhenshan, passed away, Li Zishen was only ten.

Though Yishen Group had been temporarily entrusted to his wife, Madam Lai, this second uncle had always eyed them greedily, the vulnerable mother and her children.

If it had not been for their third uncle, Lai Jingshan, supporting them overtly and covertly, Li Zishen and his brother Li Zihan might not have lived to grow up.

Therefore, on the day Li Zishen turned eighteen, Madam Lai promptly convened a shareholders meeting and a press conference to officially announce the new successor of Yishen Group.

During those years, Li Zishen led an extremely difficult life.

He studied while managing the business, always on guard against Li Wanshan's machinations.

As the company grew and Li Zishen's standing among the shareholders solidified, Li Wanshan naturally viewed him as a thorn in his side.

His ambitions were unrelenting.

Nanny Chen glanced at Li Wanshan with a hint of disdain, then moved closer to Li Zishen, "Young master, the porridge has cooled; let's get a fresh bowl."

"Okay."

Li Wanshan, seeing master and servant playing off each other and outright disregarding him, the elder, felt his gums flare up in rage.

Yet, for the sake of face, he had to endure it.

After all, nothing overtly offensive had been said on the surface.

"I'm telling you, Zishen, you should reconsider, the matter of the collaboration..."

"No need."

"Your obstinacy is bound to doom our family's legacy sooner or later. Remember your father was so infatuated with that vixen... Forget it, let's not even talk about it. I just want a straight answer from you, are you really…"

"I will not collaborate with him."

Li Wanshan stood up in anger.

Seeing Li Zishen still engrossed with his cellphone, undeterred, he slammed the dining table.

"People like Ling Xiao, do you really think we can afford to provoke them? He's the one calling the shots in the Y country market, ruthless and relentless, what isn't he capable of?"

Li Zishen's eyes darkened, "Wait and see."

Hearing such an indifferent response, Li Wanshan paced back and forth, furious, "Your stubbornness... aren't you afraid of chilling the shareholders' hearts?"

"The sooner they leave, the better, much desired by me."

"A good wife can't cook without rice; without money, I'd like to see how you manage."

At this moment, Tang Xiaowan happened to arrive downstairs and caught the last sentence. Normally, she wouldn't meddle in other people's affairs, but the old man's act of using his age and power to press others irked her.

"Eh, where did this annoying sparrow come from, chirping away so early in the morning!"

Upon hearing this, Li Wanshan looked over and found the sight of her floral long dress particularly irksome, then roared, "A man does not worry about finding a wife, truly, youth does not understand the depth!"

With that, he left huffily.

Tang Xiaowan then hummed a tune as she walked toward the dining room, her mood suddenly changing from gloomy to bright.