Chapter 905: Chapter 135: Tang Yige, You Really Aren’t Cute at All Anymore (2)

Listening to the heavy footsteps coming from the stairs, Tang Yige breathed a light sigh of relief, sat back on the stool, and continued embroidering.

...

At nine-thirty, Jin Jumo came out of the media room with a few kids.

Seeing Rong Sinan, who was sitting on the couch looking somewhat gloomy, Jin Jumo’s eyes narrowed slightly and glanced at the second floor.

"Second Madam Rong, are you leaving?" Zhang Lan, still in the kitchen fussing over breakfast materials for the next morning, heard the children’s laughter from the living room and came out of the kitchen, looking at Jin Jumo.

Jin Jumo nodded, "My husband came downstairs to pick up me and the kids."

"Then I’ll call Yige." Zhang Lan said.

"No need, Aunt Zhang, Sister Yi should be busy at this time, let’s not disturb her." Jin Jumo said.

Zhang Lan chuckled, "Second Madam Rong, you’re so considerate."

Jin Jumo was a little embarrassed, "Then Aunt Zhang, I’m taking the kids and leaving."

"Okay." Zhang Lan stepped forward, intending to send Jin Jumo and Xixi Hanhan out.

Jin Jumo glanced at Rong Sinan, who also stood up from the sofa, a slight smile on her lips, "Big Brother probably still wants to stay with Little Rui for a while, right?"

Rong Sinan, "..." So he wasn’t supposed to send them back to Jinming Port City?!

Jin Jumo raised her eyebrows, gave Rong Sinan a knowing look, then held hands with the little ones, bid farewell to Little Rui, and headed toward the door.

After Jin Jumo left with Xixi Hanhan, Rong Rui tilted his head, looking at Rong Sinan standing in front of the sofa, his little eyes clearly showing a hint for him to leave.

Rong Sinan pursed his lips, beckoning Rong Rui with his finger, "Come to Dad."

Rong Rui pouted but didn’t ignore him, instead leisurely walked towards Rong Sinan with his arms crossed.

"What?" Rong Rui stood in front.

With Rong Sinan’s height of 188, Rong Rui in front of him was just a tiny tot, no, a chubby tot!

Rong Rui strained to tilt his small head up, staring at Rong Sinan, "It’s almost ten, I want to sleep, if you have nothing to say, I’m going back to the room..."

The word "room" had yet to be spoken, and Rong Rui was suddenly lifted by Rong Sinan.

Rong Rui, "..." His little heart was pounding with fright.

He widened his big eyes, looking at Rong Sinan, who suddenly became as "tall" as him.

Rong Sinan’s distinguished face was filled with gentleness, looking at Rong Rui with tender eyes, "How about Dad gives you a bath tonight?"

"...Not interested." Rong Rui blushed, insisting stubbornly.

Rong Sinan chuckled softly, carrying Rong Rui to his room.

"I said not interested, didn’t you hear?" Rong Rui’s eyes widened again, staring at Rong Sinan.

"I heard!" Rong Sinan raised his eyebrows.

"Then why aren’t you putting me down?" Rong Rui pouted, grumbled.

"You’re my son, I’ll hold you when I want, put you down when I want!" Rong Sinan said.

Rong Rui, "..." What kind of domineering and authoritarian dad is this!?

But somehow, he found himself kind of liking it?

Rong Rui’s little face flushed, and the tips of his tender white ears were red and adorable.

Rong Sinan caught this from the corner of his eye, and the gentleness on his face deepened.

Zhang Lan watched the father and son walk into the room, her face lit with a smile.

...

Yige was too engrossed in work. When she finally thought of Jin Jumo and the others downstairs, she looked at the wall clock and found it was already past midnight.

Yige frowned, quickly put down her work, and went downstairs.

Downstairs, only the floor lamp by the window emitted a dim glow, the other lights were off.

The empty living room told her that Jin Jumo and the others had left.

Tang Yige stood in the living room, looked around, sighed softly in her heart, and headed for Rong Rui’s room.

Reaching Rong Rui’s room door.

Tang Yige reached for the doorknob to turn it.

But after turning it twice, it didn’t move.

Tang Yige was puzzled, realizing the door was locked from the inside.

Tang Yige tightened her lips, looking down at the doorknob in her hand.

Since moving here, she had always shared a room with Rong Rui...

Why did the little guy lock the door? So where would she sleep tonight? Upstairs?

Tang Yige stood at the door for several seconds before deciding not to knock and disturb Rong Rui’s rest, making her way to the second floor.

There was a separate bathroom on the second floor.

After going upstairs, Tang Yige didn’t continue working but went to the shower for a bath.

Half an hour later, Tang Yige came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

Because it was a workspace upstairs, her change of clothes was downstairs in Rong Rui’s room. She had sold most of her extra clothes when the photo studio was closed, leaving her with very few.

So the clothes were in Rong Rui’s room, which wasn’t a problem in terms of space.

And now, besides sleeping wrapped in a towel, Tang Yige had no other choice.

Fortunately, the workshop had a bed and covers for rest, so she wouldn’t freeze.

Tang Yige reached the bed, let herself fall onto it, stretched with a long yawn, then grabbed the quilt, covering her body and head, reaching out to turn off the light, and then withdrew her arm under the quilt, making no further movements.

At three a.m., Tang Yige suddenly felt a heavy pressure, like being pressed by a "ghost."

Specifically, there was a tightness in her chest, shortness of breath, unable to speak.

Though it might have been a delusion, Tang Yige felt as if she couldn’t open her eyes, like the old saying goes, wanting to wake up but couldn’t.

Tang Yige breathed a little heavily.

An intangible panic made her heartbeat speed up.

She suddenly remembered a blogger who wrote about the supernatural once posted on Weibo.

He said, if you feel pressed by a ghost, silently recite in your mind: Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when practicing deeply the prajnaparamita...

Tang Yige didn’t know why she remembered it so clearly.

So she began silently reciting this line in her mind.

Sure enough, after a while, the feeling of weight disappeared, her breathing smoothed out.

Tang Yige breathed a sigh of relief, her lips curving slightly in relief.

However.

That relief didn’t last long before the weight came crashing down again, and her breath was cut off once more.

This time Tang Yige was scared to death, her once tightly closed eyes abruptly opened.

But what she saw wasn’t the terrifying face of a "ghost" but... Rong Sinan!

Even so, Tang Yige was still quite shocked.

She hurriedly raised her hand to push him, "Rong Si...mm-mm..."

Tang Yige, in a moment of panic, raised her hand to push him, "Rong Si...mm-mm..."

Tang Yige’s sudden fierce resistance was met with even greater force from Rong Sinan.

He captured Yige’s hands pushing him aside, pinning them to the bed’s surface on either side of her body, breathing heavily as he forcibly kissed her.

He was almost driven crazy by her!

He simply intended to go upstairs and check on her, unaware he’d witness such a heart-pounding scene.

He knew it wasn’t the first day that Tang Yige was a restless sleeper.

When he came up, the quilt on her was already on the opposite side of the bed from her.

That wasn’t the real issue; the most critical matter was.

She wasn’t wearing anything, curled up on the bed, with the moonlight casting a captivating glow on her.

Facing someone like this, how could he maintain composure!

"Yiyi, Yiyi, you’re so beautiful..."

Rong Sinan whispered as he kissed Tang Yige frantically, his strong body grinding against her soft, smooth skin.

"Rong Sinan, you’re crazy!"

Tang Yige choked out the words with difficulty from his mouth.

"Yes, I’m crazy, crazy for you!" Rong Sinan left her lips.

"Ah... Rong Sinan!"

Tang Yige’s chest contracted inward, her cheeks reddened, her eyes glistening with indignation.

"Rong Sinan, you, stop it! Ah..."

Her whole body shivered uncontrollably.

Tang Yige closed her eyes, her face turning to the side in humiliation, "Rong Sinan, I hate you!"

Rong Sinan seemed to ignore her words, his lips moving lower and lower.

"Rong Sinan!"

Unexpectedly, Rong Sinan at this moment also stared at her, his gaze wicked and alluring beyond normal recognition.