Chapter 887: Chapter 117: Little Rui, I’ll Take You Home [First Update]

Rong Mochen lightly pressed his lips together, but did not continue to ask further, and drove towards the direction of the old town.

The car was heading to the old town, and Tang Yige was so nervous that her face was taut and pale.

Her hands were tightly gripping her thighs, unconsciously pinching them.

Si Nan’s heart ached, he reached out to hold Tang Yige’s pinching hand and put it on his own leg, hoarsely saying, "Pinch me instead."

"..." Tang Yige’s eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked at him, then withdrew her hand, placing it back on her own leg.

But she didn’t pinch herself anymore.

Si Nan’s clear eyes darkened slightly, he looked bitterly at Tang Yige’s profile.

Tang Yige sensed his gaze but had no spare attention to address him now.

Thus, Rong Mochen under Si Nan’s guidance, stopped the car in front of the large gate of the courtyard, and Tang Yige didn’t glance at Si Nan even once.

Rong Mochen looked at the courtyard before them, his dark eyes deepening in bewilderment.

Tang Yige’s hands were tightly clenched, her face turned ashen.

Her eyes reddened, staring blankly at the courtyard gate for a moment, then she suddenly turned her gaze towards Si Nan with fervor.

Si Nan’s throat felt sore, "You stayed here for a night before. Little Rui is inside now. He’s been waiting for you to come back all along."

Tang Yige’s lips trembled, and hot liquid seeped from her eyes.

"Go ahead." Si Nan said.

"..." Tang Yige took a deep breath, her hands twisting together, and in this moment, she was unexpectedly afraid.

Her child was always by her side, yet she didn’t know he was her child.

That day, she was so cold to him...

Tang Yige hung her head, her whole body tensed.

Tears fell from her eyes onto her legs drop by drop.

Si Nan watched her face redden with restraint, his heart ached.

Rong Mochen noticed Tang Yige’s suppressed sobs through the rearview mirror, his dark eyes narrowed with deep confusion.

"Yiyi. Go ahead."

Si Nan spoke again.

Tang Yige tightly shut her eyes, nodded vigorously, and then released her hands, trembling as she pushed open the car door. Getting out of the car, she felt her legs were weak.

Her feet touched the ground, and Tang Yige clenched her hands, taking several deep breaths, then raised her hand to wipe her eyes and face messily before jogging to the courtyard gate.

Upon arriving at the gate, Tang Yige felt moisture emerge in her eyes again.

She raised her head, closed her eyes briefly, trying to force the moisture back.

But before she could do so, the courtyard gate suddenly opened from the inside.

Creak—

The sound of the gate opening was rough and loud.

Tang Yige’s slender body couldn’t help but shudder, then stiffened like a stone, standing firm.

Rong Rui opened the gate with great effort, panting heavily, he raised his eyes to see the "girlfriend" he was always thinking about appearing right before him.

Rong Rui’s eyes, like black obsidian, widened suddenly, his eyeballs fixed on Yige’s face, was he dreaming?

Mother and son.

One stood outside the gate, the other inside, with only the wide threshold between them.

"Ah..."

Suddenly.

Rong Rui hugged his mouth, shouted uncontrollably.

Tang Yige paused.

Her red eyes showed bewilderment and anxiety, looking at the little one before her up to her thigh.

Rong Rui continued to gaze at her, his big eyes gleaming brightly.

And when Yige looked down at him, Rong Rui called again, then unabashedly ran over to hug Yige’s thigh, "Little Gege, Little Gege, am I dreaming? Is it really you, Little Gege, Little Gege..."

Rong Rui’s words immediately made Yige’s tears fall uncontrollably, overwhelmed by sadness.

Yige looked down at Rong Rui, her eyes full of tears, yet unable to hide the complexity in them.

This little one is her child, he’s her child...

"Little Rui."

Tang Yige choked, hoarsely calling out his name, feeling her heart tremble.

"Little Gege, I heard you call my name, I heard it. I’m not dreaming, right, Little Gege, I missed you so much."

Rong Rui clutched Tang Yige’s thighs tightly, rubbing his fair little face against Yige’s trousers, looking adorably soft.

"Little Rui, Little Rui..."

Tang Yige couldn’t hold back anymore, squatted down and embraced Rong Rui tightly, "Little Rui, Little Rui, Little Rui..."

"Little Gege."

Rong Rui clung to her arm, his small head affectionately leaning against Tang Yige’s neck, "Little Gege, you finally talked to me. Little Gege, I was so worried I wouldn’t see you again. Luckily, luckily, I finally got to see you."

Tang Yige leaned her face on Rong Rui’s shoulder, tears flowing endlessly, "Baby, my baby..."

Hm?

Rong Rui blinked his big eyes, his little pudgy hands on Yige’s shoulders, trying to prop himself up to see Yige.

But before he could see Yige’s face, he was lifted up by Yige.

Rong Rui lightly inhaled, slightly startled, leaning against Yige.

Tang Yige lifted him up and sobbed, "Baby, I’m taking you home..."

But before completely turning around, Tang Yige suddenly realized she had no home now.

The studio was sold by her yesterday.

Tang Yige’s legs stiffened, she bit her lower lip lightly.

"Little Gege, what did you just call me?"

Rong Rui didn’t care at all about what Tang Yige said after "I’m taking you home."

His focus was on the word "baby" that Tang Yige used.