Chapter 831: Chapter 91: Yiyi, I Will Never Let Go of Your Hand Again, Never!

The veins bulging out of her forehead and neck were still throbbing, her head aching as if a hammer was pounding relentlessly on her brain.

The cruel truths she deliberately tried to forget were ruthlessly torn open before her eyes again because of Si Nan’s sudden appearance.

Whenever she thought about her seven-month-old child being mercilessly killed by his biological father, hatred uncontrollably surged within her.

"Ah..."

Tang Yige held her head, screaming heart-wrenchingly.

Why, why appear at this moment?

Why appear when she was desperately trying to forget, thinking she could find the courage to continue pretending to live as if nothing had happened?

She had been trying so hard, so painfully, to pull herself together.

Yet why did he have to appear? Why appear?!

Did he think she was doing too well, or did he think what he had done was not cruel enough to make her hate him completely, cutting off all feelings?

Si Nan, Si Nan, how can you be so cruel, so cruel!

Tang Yige sat on the ground, hugging her legs tightly, burying her face into her knees, the sound of desperate sobbing echoing for a long, long time in the silent courtyard.

At the corner of Tang Yige’s house, a man stood straight with his hands clenched tightly, leaning against the wall.

The intermittent cries from the courtyard were like countless little drums pounding his eardrums, striking his heart, causing pain and anguish. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Tang Yige, don’t you hate me?

Why are you crying even when I left?

Isn’t it love?

Right...

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The next day at seven, Lei Yicheng went to Tang Yige’s room to wake her up for breakfast, knocking several times at the door but getting no response.

Lei Yicheng didn’t think much of it, assuming Tang Yige was still asleep.

Standing at the doorway for a while, Lei Yicheng walked over to sit on a stone bench in the courtyard, planning to call Yige again later.

After sitting for a few minutes, Lei Yicheng stood up again, putting his hands in his pockets, pacing back and forth in the courtyard to pass the time.

He walked around the courtyard twice like this.

Noticing something, Lei Yicheng suddenly stopped, his deep eyes slightly widening, holding his breath as he stared at the dark red stains on the bluestone ground.

A few seconds later, Lei Yicheng quickly pulled out his hands, his expression solemn, and turned to stride towards Yige’s room.

At the doorway, Lei Yicheng no longer knocked but kicked the door open and entered.

His sharp eyes quickly scanned the room, finally landing on the wooden bed.

However, the wooden bed was currently empty, the quilt neatly folded on the bed, the sheets smooth with no wrinkles, looking as though nobody had slept in it.

Lei Yicheng clenched his hands tightly, his chest rising rapidly.

Gazing intently at the empty wooden bed, countless possibilities flashed through his mind.

But he dismissed each one.

Lei Yicheng’s lips tightened into a cold, hard line as he turned and leaped out of the room like an agile tiger.

Meanwhile, in Z City.

Inside Si Nan’s apartment.

Si Nan stood beside the bed, holding his phone, his eyes intently on the woman sleeping on it, his handsome face solemn, "Yes, it’s best if it has a yard, good air, and quiet. I need it this afternoon."

"This afternoon? Boss, aren’t you making things difficult for me?" Geng Yi complained incessantly.

"Get it done, and I’ll add a month’s salary."

Si Nan’s voice was deep, with a hint of hoarseness, obviously from lack of rest.

"Alright, I’ll handle it, just wait." Geng Yi, enticed by the extra pay, agreed without hesitation.

Si Nan hung up the phone, sitting by the bed.

Last night he hadn’t left, partly unwilling, partly worried her body wouldn’t withstand such crying.

Eventually, Tang Yige cried herself to sleep right on the courtyard floor.

He intended to bring her back to her room, but upon reaching the door, he regretted it, without hesitation, carrying her away from the temple, placing her in his car, and bringing her back to Z City.

Si Nan reached out, holding Yige’s somewhat pale hand exposed from the quilt, his eyes on her washed clear face, murmuring, "Yiyi, I won’t let go of your hand again, never!"

The doorbell rang at this moment.

Si Nan’s dark lashes lowered as he leaned over, kissing Tang Yige’s lips gently.

Letting go of her hand, he stood up, walking out of the bedroom.

In less than two minutes, Si Nan led Ning Wenqing inside.

On the way, Si Nan had briefly told Ning Wenqing about Tang Yige’s condition, so he brought along the necessary medications and medical tools.