Chapter 901: Chapter 131: Come Here, Little One

"What condition?" Tang Yige stared at Old Liang in confusion.

"I once went to Gu Yan and asked him to investigate something for me, but he turned me down. Today I saw that you and Gu Yan seem unusually close, Miss Tang. So, if you can persuade Gu Yan to help me with this, don’t just talk about this apartment—I can even throw in a car for you. Second-hand, of course," Old Liang said.

Gu Yan, "..." How was he supposed to respond to that?

Tang Yige was even more confused. "Aren’t you and Gu Yan good friends?"

Old Liang was quite frank. He spread his hands and said, "Obviously, we’re not that close. At least not as close as Gu Yan is with you, Miss Tang."

Tang Yige’s brows twitched. She looked at Gu Yan in surprise. "What did Mr. Liang ask you to do?"

Gu Yan gave a wry chuckle and looked toward Old Liang. "If he didn’t bring it up, I would’ve forgotten."

Old Liang kept smiling. "It’s fine, I can say it again."

"Hehe." Gu Yan laughed.

"Mr. Liang, I’m guessing what you wanted Gu Yan to help with must be really tricky, right? Otherwise, from what I know of Gu Yan, there’s no way he wouldn’t help a friend."

If nothing else, Gu Yan was extremely loyal to his brothers and friends, all about righteous brotherhood.

So unless it really put him on the spot, Gu Yan wouldn’t just refuse to help.

Besides, Gu Yan worked for money.

And this Mr. Liang didn’t look like someone short of cash.

Since he was offering money and Gu Yan still wouldn’t help, it had to be something Gu Yan didn’t want to do, or something very hard to do.

Thinking this, Tang Yige said, "As much as I like this apartment of Mr. Liang’s, it looks like it just isn’t meant to be mine. I’m sorry, Mr. Liang, you came all this way for nothing."

Hearing that, Old Liang finally frowned and stared at Tang Yige. "You’re not even going to ask Gu Yan if he’s willing to, and you’re just giving up like that, Miss Tang?"

"No need to ask," Tang Yige said.

Gu Yan, "..." looked at Tang Yige, moved.

Sure enough, even though they usually liked to roast him, in their hearts they were good to him.

Tang Yige took a light breath and gave the apartment one last look, then turned to Gu Yan. "Let’s go."

"Sister Xiao Yi."

Gu Yan suddenly reached out and grabbed Yige.

Yige paused slightly and looked at him in puzzlement.

"Sister Xiao Yi, for you, I’ll help him!" Because he was moved, Gu Yan’s tone was very sincere and serious; the usual clumsy acting was gone.

Tang Yige laughed. "No need. The place is great, but it’s not like I have to have this one. We don’t need to puff ourselves up just to save face, right?"

The more she said that, the more Gu Yan was touched to the point of a mess inside.

"Sister Xiao Yi, honestly, this kind of thing is a piece of cake for me. The reason I didn’t agree to him..."

At that point, Gu Yan paused, leaned in to her ear, and lowered his voice. "Is because he’s way too stingy. He never pays when we go out to eat. I’ve had enough of him for a long time!"

Tang Yige, "..." The back of her head was full of black lines.

Seeing Yige arch a brow and stare at him in disbelief, Gu Yan’s baby face flushed a little. He reached out and patted her arm. "Now I finally get a chance to fleece him. It’d be a waste not to."

Without waiting for Yige to agree, Gu Yan turned to Old Liang and said, "Two million. Deal!"

"That’s wonderful!" Old Liang’s acting was superb; he portrayed his gentlemanly delight so vividly that even Gu Yan thought it was real.

And just like that, at a price of two million, Tang Yige "bought" the apartment with ridiculous ease.

That very day, Old Liang was even more proactive than she was; he had the sale contract ready, and both parties signed the agreement.

Which meant that the moment the agreement was signed, this apartment of at least over five hundred square meters and a market value of thirty million was now hers, Tang Yige’s.

Holding the contract, Tang Yige had never felt that money could be earned this easily!

Once they’d signed, Gu Yan used the excuse of "seeing Old Liang off" to send him away.

Tang Yige sat on the living room sofa, spacing out.

Zhang Lan and Rong Rui sat across from her, both quietly watching her daze out.

...

Downstairs, in front of the building, Old Liang led Gu Yan straight toward the community parking area.

When they reached a black sports car, Old Liang said to Gu Yan, "The boss is inside."

Boss?

Gu Yan’s face twitched twice. He stared at Old Liang for a few seconds, then opened the rear door and got in.

"Brother, is Old Liang an employee at Shengge Law Firm?" Getting in the car, Gu Yan wasn’t surprised to see Rong Sinan there. He looked at him and asked.

Rong Sinan nodded slightly. "How’s Yige, did she suspect anything?"

Gu Yan paused, then shook his head. "She probably didn’t."

"Good." Rong Sinan looked at Gu Yan. "You should head back up. If you’re late, Yige will get suspicious. I’ll buy you a drink another day."

"Brother, you’re being too polite! What’s with treating me, between brothers?" Gu Yan said with a cheeky grin, patting Rong Sinan on the shoulder.

Rong Sinan also smiled, his eyes gentle and cool as he looked at Gu Yan. "You say that, but if I still insist on treating you, wouldn’t that mean I don’t see you as a brother? So let’s pretend I never said I’d buy you a drink."

"Come on, who are we if not brothers? I’ll treat you, Brother," Gu Yan said.

The corner of Rong Sinan’s lips curved. "Go on."

Gu Yan sighed and squeezed his shoulder. "Brother, Sister Xiao Yi has been through so much. Give her a little more time—she’ll accept you again. After all, it’s you and her, and Little Rui."

"Mm." Rong Sinan lifted his hand and patted Gu Yan’s shoulder as well.

Gu Yan glanced at the hand on his shoulder and smiled.

All of a sudden, he felt like he’d gotten back the Rong Sinan he used to know—gentle, refined, modest and generous.

"I’m going," he said.

Rong Sinan nodded.

Gu Yan reached out to push the car door open.

But before his hand touched the door, he suddenly pulled it back, turned, and looked seriously at Rong Sinan. "Brother, is Little Rui that seven‑month‑old baby Tang Ruan took back then?"

At those words, the faint smile between Rong Sinan’s brows instantly turned cold. He looked at Gu Yan and slowly nodded.

"...How did you find him?"

Gu Yan drew in a breath and asked.

Rong Sinan pressed his thin lips together. "It’s a long story. I’ll tell you slowly when there’s time."

Gu Yan stared at him for a few seconds, then could only nod.

After that, Gu Yan got out of the car.

Watching him walk toward the apartment building, the smile on Rong Sinan’s handsome face vanished in an instant.

Tang, Ruan!

...

The purchase of the apartment went through at rocket speed.

And the very next day, Gu Yan completed the registration procedures and handed her the property certificate.

Because the apartment was fully furnished, and after Zhang Lan’s "inspection," there was nothing missing inside.

So Tang Yige could bring Rong Rui and Zhang Lan and move in with just their luggage.

For convenience, that evening, Tang Yige brought Rong Rui and Zhang Lan’s luggage over and moved into the Jinxiu Huadu apartment.

The place was already bought, and with the title deed in hand, Yige couldn’t be bothered to overthink it.

While Zhang Lan was making dinner, Tang Yige took her laptop up the split‑level stairs.

The upper level was also fully equipped.

Tang Yige set the laptop on the desk, opened it to a Taobao page, and prepared to order some machines, tools, fabrics and so on online for designing and making clothes.

Downstairs.

Rong Rui finally had the chance to be alone with Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was cheerfully making dinner in the kitchen. Rong Rui stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the kitchen doorway, looking at her "coolly." "Aunt Zhang, explain to me why you won’t let me say he’s my dad..."

"Shh..."

Zhang Lan jumped, quickly turned around and made a "shh" gesture at him, then hurried a few steps to the doorway and glanced up toward the second floor.

Rong Rui rolled his eyes and furrowed his little brows. "Aunt Zhang, what on earth are you playing at?"

Zhang Lan laughed and tapped his little nose. "Don’t worry about that. You just need to remember you absolutely can’t mention in front of Yige that you used to live here, and you definitely can’t say this apartment used to belong to your dad. Otherwise everything we did before will be for nothing."

That last sentence, Zhang Lan muttered under her breath.

Rong Rui didn’t catch it.

But.

How could he not care?

This whole thing was super suspicious, okay?

"Aunt Zhang, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to go tell Little Gege right now that this place is the house Dad bought." Rong Rui said.

Zhang Lan, "..."

"I’m going!"

Rong Rui said it, chest proudly folded, and started toward the stairs.

"Wait!"

Zhang Lan called after him.

Because his back was to her, Zhang Lan didn’t see the satisfied squint in Rong Rui’s eyes.

When he turned to look at her, his little face was especially calm.

Zhang Lan ground her teeth. "You little rascal, I really can’t handle you!"