Chapter 878: Chapter 108: The Wedding (Part 1) [Update 1]

Rong Mochen stared at Rong Sinan for a long moment, then narrowed his black eyes, walked over to him, and extended a hand.

Rong Sinan glanced at his hand, but merely closed his eyes slowly and did not respond.

Rong Mochen frowned, withdrew his hand, and leaned against the sofa, taking a cigarette and lighter from his pocket.

He lit a cigarette, held it between his fingers, looked down at Rong Sinan on the floor, "You found out?"

Rong Sinan’s tightly closed black eyelashes trembled violently.

Rong Mochen glanced at his clenched fists, squinted, put the cigarette to his lips, took a few puffs, and said while exhaling smoke rings, "Thirty-two years, Yige is thirty-two now."

Rong Sinan’s forehead was flushed, and the skin on his forehead was bulging and uneven due to the tense veins.

"She has the right to choose the life she wants to live," Rong Mochen stated.

"...So, you think I should just watch her marry someone else?" Rong Sinan said hoarsely.

Rong Mochen frowned, staring at Rong Sinan, "Yicheng has liked Yige since he first met her, you must know that."

"So what!" Rong Sinan gritted his teeth.

"Yicheng trusts Yige unconditionally. Even though Yige hasn’t accepted his pursuit, Yicheng has never forced her, he respects her," Rong Mochen squinted, "In my opinion, Yicheng loves Yige more than you do, Brother."

Rong Sinan opened his eyes and looked at Rong Mochen with an unprecedentedly cold gaze, "What are you trying to say? That I should give up on Yige, let her marry Lei Yicheng, and wish them a happy marriage?"

Rong Mochen sighed inwardly, pulled the cigarette from his lips, threw it to the floor, and extinguished it with the toe of his shoe.

Then he walked over to Rong Sinan, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up from the floor.

Rong Sinan stood in front of him, his face covered in injuries, his nose which had shown signs of healing was once again broken, oozing blood.

Rong Mochen kept a stern face, reached into his suit pocket for a handkerchief and handed it to Rong Sinan, "Wipe the blood off your face."

Rong Sinan pressed his lips tight, staring at Rong Mochen, without taking it.

"Do you want me to help you?" Rong Mochen frowned.

"..." Rong Sinan clenched his palm, reached out to take it but didn’t care if there was blood on his face, "I will never let Yige marry Lei Yicheng!"

"Hmm. So what?" Rong Mochen walked to the sofa and sat down, asking indifferently.

"Unless I die, Tang Yige will either remain unmarried for life, or she can only marry me!" Rong Sinan said fiercely.

Rong Mochen inhaled deeply, his thin lips curling into a self-mocking smile, and cast a slanting glance at Rong Sinan standing beside him, his voice a bit cold, "Brother, are you still the brother I know?"

The brother Rong Mochen knew, adored, and respected was gentle, calm, and well-mannered, serene even in adversity.

But the brother standing before him now.

Stubborn, cold, vicious, domineering, haughty.

Rong Sinan’s eyes shook lightly, looking sternly at Rong Mochen.

"Are you tired?" Rong Mochen sneered coldly.

Rong Sinan’s eyes flickered slightly, "Mochen..."

"When did your leg heal?" Rong Mochen stared directly into Rong Sinan’s eyes, asking.

"..." Rong Sinan’s back went stiff, holding his breath slightly while looking at Rong Mochen’s cold face.

"Hmm? When did it heal?" Rong Mochen glanced coolly at Rong Sinan’s left leg, and asked again.

Rong Sinan’s throat moved, "I forgot."

Rong Mochen frowned.

"Five years ago or six, can’t quite remember," Rong Sinan said, stepping forward, looking at Rong Mochen, "Give me a cigarette."

Rong Mochen’s black eyelashes lowered slightly, pausing for a few seconds before handing the cigarette box and lighter to Rong Sinan.

Rong Sinan took it, pulled out a cigarette from the box, and lit it.

"Why didn’t you say anything?" Rong Mochen’s voice was slightly hoarse as he stared at him smoking.

Rong Sinan turned around, leaned against the edge of the sofa, and continuously smoked.

Rong Mochen watched him in silence, his handsome face emanating layers of chill.

"Cough, cough..."

Perhaps he was smoking too aggressively.

Rong Sinan suddenly started coughing uncomfortably.

Rong Mochen retracted his gaze, a bit of restraint suppressed in his dark eyes.

Because of his left leg, he always felt a pang of guilt towards him.

If it wasn’t for saving him, his leg wouldn’t have ended up disabled.

He even lost the position as heir to the Rong Family because of it.

Mother Fang Jingyi was also displeased with him for this, and he felt he owed him a lot.

So, he felt that all the hardships he faced afterward were not unrelated to himself.

"Cough, cough, I, cough... I didn’t mean to keep it from you," Rong Sinan’s eyes were moist, possibly from the coughing or something else.

"After my leg healed, for a long time I still felt as if it hadn’t healed, would limp unconsciously while walking."

Rong Sinan stood up straight, walked around the sofa, and went to the long table to extinguish the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

Then, Rong Sinan raised his eyes and looked at Rong Mochen, who was sitting on the sofa, "One part of why I kept silent is because of Yige, and another part is to avoid unnecessary trouble for some people."

Partly because of Yige?

Rong Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Rong Sinan, "Am I included among those people?"

Rong Sinan shook his head lightly and moved to the sofa seat next to Rong Mochen.

He leaned back, resting his head against the edge of the sofa back.

Raising his hand to rub his forehead, he said in a hoarse voice, "What do you think our mother would do if she knew my leg had healed?"

Rong Mochen’s eyes deepened.

Rong Sinan turned his head to look at Rong Mochen, his gaze carrying a touch of clarity and affection, "She would definitely make a big deal out of it, forcing you to step down from your position as the president of the Rong Family. You know, I have no interest in it, so to avoid this kind of trouble, it’s better to let everyone think I’m still crippled."

Rong Mochen’s eyes narrowed tightly, his heart clenched, "I don’t care about the position of president of the Rong Family at all. If she wants me to give it to you, I would."

Rong Mochen had never thought that Rong Sinan’s act of pretending to be crippled was also because of him.

Just as he said.

If Fang Jingyi knew his leg was healed, she would definitely find various ways to force Rong Mochen to step down as president and return it to Rong Sinan.

Because in Fang Jingyi’s eyes,

Rong Sinan, as the eldest legitimate son, should rightfully inherit everything from the Rong Family.

The reason why he currently holds the position of president is merely due to Rong Sinan’s leg condition; otherwise, he wouldn’t have this opportunity.

However, he truly doesn’t care about the presidency of the Rong Family. If Fang Jingyi wants it, he would give it up without a second thought!

How could Rong Sinan not know that Fang Jingyi cares about, and that Rong Mochen doesn’t care at all?

Just because Rong Mochen doesn’t care about the position as president, can he, as a son, really not care about his mother’s wishes?

Since childhood, the difference in how Fang Jingyi treated him and Rong Mochen was immense.

Rong Mochen, by nature, is taciturn. He doesn’t want to talk about these things, but keeping silent doesn’t mean he truly doesn’t care.

If Fang Jingyi once again pressured him to give up the presidency because of him, how cold would his heart be?

An elder brother like a father.

What Rong Sinan could do for Rong Mochen was just this.

Rong Sinan’s eyes felt a bit dry. He raised his hand to pat Rong Mochen’s shoulder, saying, "If you blame me for not telling you, I accept that. I’m sorry, Mochen."

Rong Mochen turned his face aside.

Rong Jun passed away when Rong Mochen was fifteen.

In Rong Mochen’s heart, how could he not have regarded Rong Sinan as a fatherly figure, respecting and caring for him deeply?

Thinking about how he had to pretend to be crippled in front of others for years because of him, Rong Mochen felt incredibly uncomfortable!

"Mochen." Rong Sinan looked at him, "Things are good as they are now. You’re managing the Rong Family well, with a wife and children, a happy family. And I am also doing fine."

Rong Mochen’s jaw tensed.

He was happy, but what about him?

Having just gone through a divorce, and the woman he loved deeply is about to marry someone else. How is that considered fine?

But what could Rong Mochen say?

He is his brother, and to him, a fatherly and mighty figure.

But Lei Yicheng is also his brother.

With Lei Yicheng’s parents gone early, he regards Rong Mochen as his own brother, as family!

Stuck between Rong Sinan and Lei Yicheng.

All Rong Mochen could do was "watch indifferently"; he couldn’t do anything else!

"Mochen, you go first, I want to be alone for a while."

Rong Sinan said.

Rong Mochen slowly turned his head, looking at Rong Sinan.

But saw that Rong Sinan had already closed his eyes, his brow furrowed, as if burdened by unsolvable sorrows.

Rong Mochen pressed his lips together, "Brother..."

"Go on." Rong Sinan opened his eyes, looking at Rong Mochen with a dark, silent gaze.

"..." Rong Mochen felt a lump in his throat.

He saw Rong Sinan slowly closing his eyes again.

Rong Mochen clenched his fists tightly, suddenly stood up, and walked towards the door.

Just as he reached the door, he heard Rong Sinan’s hoarse voice from behind, "When?"

"..."