Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 690 - 593: A Love That Eats at the Bones Belongs Only to Your Phone Number—Are You Moved?
He knew that after meeting Rong Sinan today, she needed to vent, and she also needed peace.
The next day, Tang Yige woke up close to noon.
After a flight of more than a dozen hours, she had indulged in plenty of drinks upon arrival and had spent nearly two hours walking back.
Anyone would be exhausted!
Tang Yige rubbed her aching forehead as she climbed out of bed, stumbling her way toward the bathroom, as attending to life’s major necessities could not be delayed.
After coming out of the bathroom, Tang Yige threw herself back onto the bed, deciding to sleep until the next morning!
Do you still remember
The summer of memories
Dispersed in the wind and already evaporated
The clamor now hoarse
The flowers with no conclusion
Unfinished concerns
We learned many explanations
To cover up untouched scars
Because I would think of you
I fear facing myself
My will
Is always devoured by loneliness
Because you always remind
The past never truly goes away
There’s a kind of true love that’s not mine
...
Burying herself in the soft velvet blanket, Tang Yige’s long black eyelashes trembled gently, then slowly opened.
The familiar song from the phone seemed to carefully recount her sorrow.
The sleepiness vanished entirely.
Yige sat up, the dark green strap nightgown loosely hanging on her slender frame, a strap slipping off her glistening shoulder, black tea-colored curls cascading from her shoulder, faintly covering her fair chest.
She turned to stare at the phone she had placed on the bedside table, and after a few seconds, reached out to take it.
Glancing at the caller ID on the screen, a chill crossed Yige’s lips as she answered, "Yige, didn’t you say you were returning yesterday? Have you come back?"
The sound of Mrs. Tang Zhou Xueran’s cautious voice came through the phone.
"Yes." Tang Yige replied.
"...If you’ve returned, why aren’t you home?" Zhou Xueran’s voice carried a hint of reproach.
"Home? Do I even have one?" Tang Yige curled her lips, her voice slightly cold, but her eyes carried a hint of bitterness.
"Yige, there’s no overnight feud between father and daughter. It’s been a year; it’s time to let it go." Zhou Xueran sighed slightly, somewhat helpless.
Let go?
Tang Yige exhaled, and after a while, managed to speak in a calm tone, "Mom, have you forgotten what Dad said when he kicked me out of the house a year ago? He said he’d pretend that Tang Yuwen never had a daughter like me. He said I tarnished our Tang Family’s pure reputation, ruined his name, and made it impossible for him to hold his head up in Z City. Mom, you know I..."
"Yige, the way you acted back then, it’s normal for your dad to be angry. Driving you away was just an impulsive reaction out of anger. Why are you still sulking with your dad? Besides, you’ve been away from home for over a year now. Have you ever called home proactively, asked about your dad? You’re a daughter; what you’re doing is really disrespectful." Zhou Xueran sharply reprimanded.
Tang Yige clutched the phone tightly, desperately holding back the urge to throw it, but her voice was clear and calm, "I’m so disrespectful, then as Dad says, you might as well pretend you never had a daughter like me. I don’t want to continue embarrassing you. Making it impossible for you to hold your heads up."
"Yige, you..."
Tang Yige hung up the phone, not listening to Zhou Xueran continue.
Because she couldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t argue with her!
And after Tang Yige hung up the call, Zhou Xueran did not call back.
A little while later, Tang Yige’s phone slid in a text message.
"Yige, you’ve been such a disappointment. You and Ruan Ruan are both my daughters, but compared to your sister, you’re really so immature, so narrow-minded!"
Tang Yige looked at the message from Zhou Xueran, finally couldn’t hold back, she threw the phone onto the bed, it bounced a few times and thudded onto the floor!
She reached up to touch her dry, red eyes, rubbed her long hair, climbed out of bed, and walked into the bathroom once more.
A few seconds later, the sound of splashing water emerged.
...
When Yige emerged from the bathroom again, a towel wrapped around her head, her soft curves were covered by nothing but a black silk towel.
The black contrasted sharply with her snow-white skin so pale that veins were visible, creating an intense visual impact.
She walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and took out the suitcase she had casually placed inside the previous night and set it on the floor.
She crouched slightly, opened the suitcase, and removed a set of black lace underwear and a loose gray long-sleeve loungewear.
Standing up, Yige slipped off the towel from her body and swiftly changed into the clothes she had taken from the suitcase.
