Chapter 904: Chapter 134: Tang Yige, You’re Really Not Cute at All Anymore (Part 1)

Gu Yan, "..." Excuse me, what urgent matter does he have to deal with later?!

"Momo..."

"Gu Yan, aren’t you leaving?" Jin Jumo stared at Gu Yan.

Gu Yan is speechless!

Why is he always the one getting hurt?

Gu Yan looked at Jin Jumo with the resentment of a little wife, turned around, and walked out like a snail.

Jin Jumo saw Gu Yan like that and involuntarily twitched the corner of her mouth.

In her heart, she silently apologized: Gu Yan, I’m sorry, I’m also thinking about Brother and Sister Yi’s happiness.

Tang Yige was speechless, but seeing that Gu Yan had left, what else could she say?

So she simply turned around, intentionally stomped heavily on the floor, and walked toward the living room sofa.

Feeling guilty, Jin Jumo shrugged her shoulders and gave Rong Sinan an encouraging look, then hurried over to Yige to comfort her.

Rong Sinan stared at Tang Yige, who was going crazy and pulling her hair on the sofa, his clear eyes darkened considerably.

Instead of lingering at the door, he walked toward the game room.

Tang Yige wore a long face sitting on the sofa watching Rong Sinan enter the game room, initially feeling nothing.

But after about ten seconds, Tang Yige’s eyebrows scrunched up like caterpillars.

Was Rong Sinan perhaps too familiar with the layout of her apartment?

And... he didn’t even ask Gu Yan and them for her phone number, so how did he know she had moved here?

Tang Yige’s eyes narrowed deeply, her lashes slowly drooping, her face full of contemplation.

...

After dinner, Jin Jumo took the kids to the multimedia room to watch cartoons.

Tang Yige saw through Jin Jumo’s painstaking efforts to create a chance for her and someone to be alone at a glance.

However.

It was of no use.

After dinner, Tang Yige went upstairs to work, leaving Rong Sinan alone in the living room.

Zhang Lan busily moved back and forth between the kitchen and dining room, and each time she passed, she saw Rong Sinan sitting upright on the sofa, not moving an inch.

Zhang Lan rolled her eyes several times.

What a great opportunity, why didn’t her master seize it?

Sitting in the living room serves what purpose? Go upstairs!

Don’t get it wrong, she meant going up to the second floor!

Zhang Lan really wanted to go and encourage Rong Sinan, but after thinking it over, she felt it was crossing a line for a servant to meddle, so she refrained.

So Zhang Lan swallowed her thoughts, tidied up the dining table, and went back into the kitchen. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

It was right after Zhang Lan went back into the kitchen that Rong Sinan slowly turned his eyes toward the kitchen.

His gaze lingered for about five or six seconds before he withdrew it.

Sitting on the sofa for a few more minutes, Rong Sinan suddenly took a breath, stood up from the sofa, and looked toward the spiral staircase to the second floor.

...

Tang Yige was currently hand-embroidering a pattern on a piece of cheongsam fabric, as it was a birthday gift for Yuan Xihuo, so she was particularly meticulous and focused.

"Yiyi..."

"Ah..."

A voice suddenly came from behind, startling Tang Yige, causing her hand to tremble and the needle to prick her fingertip.

Tang Yige cried out in pain, quickly pulled out the needle, and was about to bring her pricked finger to her mouth.

Just then, a large hand suddenly passed through, grabbed her wrist, and spun her halfway around on her chair.

Her arm was raised high, and suddenly, her finger was placed into someone’s warm mouth.

Tang Yige shrank her shoulders, her eyes widened as she stared at someone, her dark eyes trembling uncontrollably, "Rong Sinan..."

Tang Yige panicked and tried to pull her hand back, but Rong Sinan gripped her hand even tighter, so tight that even with all her strength, it seemed she wasn’t exerting any, her hand couldn’t budge an inch.

"Rong Sinan!" Tang Yige stared at Rong Sinan with both anger and embarrassment as he held her finger in his lips.

The warmth from her fingertip sent her heart into disarray.

How could he...

Rong Sinan held her finger in his mouth for at least a minute before taking it out, lowering his gaze to her fair fingertip where the small needle mark was, "Why be so careless?"

"..." If he hadn’t suddenly appeared behind her and called her, would she have allowed herself to make such a mistake? And yet he had the nerve to say it was her fault!

Tang Yige’s ears turned red, tightly pursed her lips, and withdrew her hand angrily.

This time, Rong Sinan didn’t stop her and let her retreat.

Tang Yige turned around, frowning, took a tissue from the box on the table, and wiped her finger several times.

Rong Sinan, "..."

After wiping her finger, Tang Yige tossed the tissue into the trash can, then turned back to look at Rong Sinan with a cool tone, "Anything?"

Rong Sinan glanced at her hand, frowned tightly, and stared at her, saying nothing.

Tang Yige waited for a while, heard nothing from him, and said, "If there’s nothing, I’m going back to work."

"Your hand is hurt." Rong Sinan’s voice was low.

"... This little injury is nothing. Besides, even if it were something, it’s no longer your business. You should leave." Tang Yige’s tone was particularly cold.

A flicker of coldness passed through Rong Sinan’s eyes, "Even as ordinary friends, you wouldn’t be this cold, would you?"

"Ordinary friends?" Tang Yige looked at him, "I, Tang Yige, have no ordinary friends, you should know that."

"When talking to me, do you have to be so aggressive?" Rong Sinan lightly clenched his teeth.

"Am I being aggressive? How about I say it was you who broke your promise first?" Tang Yige frowned.

"Tang Yige, you’re really not cute at all right now!"

Rong Sinan tossed this out coldly, turned, and stomped downstairs.

As she listened to the heavy footsteps descending the staircase, Tang Yige let out a soft breath, sat back on her stool, and continued embroidering.