Chapter 907: Chapter 137: Little Rui, Do You Miss Your Mom? (Part 1)

Tang Yige had just asked the question when a flick landed on her forehead!

Tang Yige hissed, raised her hand to cover her forehead, and glared at Si Nan resentfully, "Why did you hit me?"

Si Nan arched his right eyebrow, giving Tang Yige a cocky look as if to say, "I just did, so what."

Tang Yige was so angry she ground her teeth.

"How dare you glare at me! What kind of nonsense are you thinking all day? She drugged me with sleeping pills!" Si Nan snorted. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Uh...

Sleeping pills?

Tang Yige stared at Si Nan, "Do sleeping pills have that effect?"

Tang Yige put on a performance of shock, as if saying, "Wow, this baby just found out sleeping pills have such miraculous effects," looking at Si Nan.

Si Nan couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Seeing that, Tang Yige’s face flushed slightly, and she awkwardly twitched her mouth.

Si Nan looked at Tang Yige helplessly, "She was pregnant at the time, likely in the early stages, couldn’t have intercourse. If Tang Ruan wanted to keep the child, she wouldn’t dare use that kind of drug."

"Would it cause hemorrhaging?"

"..." Three black lines appeared on Si Nan’s forehead as he coldly stared at Tang Yige.

Tang Yige’s eyes darted around, and she quietly covered her mouth, indicating she wouldn’t interrupt anymore.

Si Nan pursed his lips and continued, "So she drugged me with sleeping pills instead of that kind of drug..."

"How did you know she drugged you with sleeping pills?" Tang Yige wondered.

"...I saw with my own eyes her pouring the sleeping pills from the bottle into the wine."

Luckily, Si Nan’s patience was still decent, otherwise with how clueless Yige was acting, he might have wanted to beat her up.

Tang Yige coughed to cover her embarrassment, "I forgot you mentioned you saw her drugging you. Please continue."

Si Nan closed his eyes and said, "Tang Ruan saw I fell asleep shortly after drinking the wine. A few minutes later, she tested me by calling out to me near my ear. When I didn’t respond, she assumed I was out cold. Then she..."

"Then what?" Tang Yige widened her eyes, staring at him.

"..." Si Nan’s jaw tensed, "She took off my clothes."

Tang Yige, "..."

On hearing this, Tang Yige stared straight at Si Nan, her eyes unblinking, her face briefly frozen.

Noticing this, Si Nan gently rubbed her face and continued in a soft voice, "She didn’t do anything to me, just took off my clothes. The next morning, she claimed we had been together."

Talking about that day, Tang Ruan put in quite the effort.

Not only did she make quite a mess on the bed, but she also crumpled both their clothes thrown on the floor, and the sheets were such a mess with a strange metallic smell.

Si Nan thought it was laughable at first when he noticed all her preparations.

Later, it became infuriating!

Tang Yige blinked, her tightly held chest slowly easing.

Looking at her lightly parted lips and gentle breathing, Si Nan felt a surge in his heart, becoming a bit lost in the moment.

With a swift motion, he tightened his arms around Tang Yige’s waist, lowering his head to once again forcefully seal Tang Yige’s lips.

Tang Yige’s eyes widened suddenly, "Rong, mm..."

Tang Yige raised her hands, pounding strongly on Si Nan’s shoulders and chest.

Si Nan disregarded it, releasing her swollen lips only after satisfying his own urge.

Slap—

As soon as Si Nan pulled back, Tang Yige slapped him across his handsome face.

Si Nan, slightly stunned by the sudden slap, furrowed his brow and stared at her.

Tang Yige panted heavily, staring angrily at him with her eyes reddened beyond recognition, "Si Nan, is this your promise to me? Is this what you call respecting me?"

"..." An apologetic look quickly flashed across Si Nan’s eyes as he looked at Tang Yige, "Sorry."

Tang Yige turned her face away, "Can you get off me now?"

Si Nan lowered his dark lashes, then got off her, lying beside her.

Tang Yige, "..."

The moment paused for a few seconds, then Tang Yige turned to look at Si Nan lying next to her, feeling a wave of rage rising from her chest, seemingly unquenchable, "Si Nan..."

"Sleep!"

Si Nan said, flipping around to face away from Tang Yige.

"..." Tang Yige glared at his broad back, her teeth grinding in anger, "This is my bed!"

Si Nan acted as if he hadn’t heard.

Tang Yige felt her anger rising uncontrollably.

Si Nan’s stubbornness made her feel it wasn’t really him!

The Si Nan from before would’ve already stormed off if she treated him like this, not like now?

She slapped him, yet he didn’t get angry?

Is this really him?!

Tang Yige stared at Rong Sinan’s back until her eyes hurt, but Rong Sinan still showed no reaction.

Tang Yige closed her eyes and took a few deep, restrained breaths.

He’s not leaving, is he!?

Fine.

She’ll just leave, won’t she!

With that thought, Tang Yige decisively threw off the covers and got out of bed.

The moment her feet touched the ground, Tang Yige’s gaze inadvertently swept over her ample chest...

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Ah..."

Then, Tang Yige jumped back into bed, her face flushed, frantically pulling the quilt over herself tightly.

Facing away from Tang Yige, Rong Sinan’s eyes were glossy and bright, staring straight at the floor-to-ceiling window. From the glass, he could clearly see the small woman behind him under the covers, her body heaving intensely.

Rong Sinan gently lifted the corner of his lips.

Turning around, his shining eyes fixated on the bundle with its entire head wrapped in the quilt.

The clock ticked rhythmically in the silent room, especially clear.

Rong Sinan rested one hand under his head, continuing to gaze at Yige wrapped under the quilt, just watching.

The once obviously heaving quilt gradually became evenly regular.

About half an hour passed.

Rong Sinan saw a head slowly emerge from the quilt, followed by the woman’s delicate brows and eyes, nose tip, red lips, and bright, fair little face.

Rong Sinan’s eyes suddenly softened, as if all the gentle light in the world had entered them.

He slowly leaned over, and before Yige could subconsciously kick off the quilt, he reached out, and embraced her through the quilt, bringing her into his arms.

Yige seemed tired, her face nestled against Rong Sinan’s chest, sleeping soundly.

Rong Sinan lowered his eyes, gazing at Tang Yige’s sleeping face, as his once lonely and anxious heart gradually became filled with contentment and calm.

Rong Sinan lowered his head.

He pressed his lips softly against Yige’s cheek.

In his heart, he said: Yiyi, I’m waiting for you!

...

The next day.

Tang Yige once again experienced the weight of being "pressed".

In her sleep, Tang Yige suddenly inhaled sharply, and her eyes snapped open.

Her drowsy eyes stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds.

Tang Yige suddenly lifted her head to look at her chest.

When she saw that it was not someone lying on her but a little one, the vigilance in Tang Yige’s eyes instantly disappeared, replaced by a helpless smile.

Tang Yige leaned her head back on the pillow and raised her hand to touch the little head against her chest, gently stroking it.

Rong Rui immediately snuggled up, his clear eyes staring brightly at Tang Yige, "Little Gege, you’re awake."

"Mm." Tang Yige held out an arm to him, "Hug."

Rong Rui hesitated for a second, then shyly crawled forward, hugging Yige’s neck, his little pink lips gently kissing Yige’s face. Looking into Yige’s eyes, he said with particular helplessness, "There’s nothing I can do about you."

Tang Yige, "..."

"...," Tang Yige’s eyelashes fluttered, she stared at Rong Rui, "Little Rui, I want to ask you a question."

"You can ask," Rong Rui said straightforwardly.

"...Do you miss your mother?" Tang Yige asked, holding her breath slightly, looking at Rong Rui with a bit of nervousness.

Rong Rui was taken aback.

He looked at Yige for quite a while before furrowing his small brows and saying, "Little Gege, there’s something I’ve never told you."

"...What?" Tang Yige asked, puzzled.

Rong Rui sighed, resting his little head on Yige’s neck, "Aunt Zhang told me, that my mom, actually isn’t my real mom."

Tang Yige bit her lip, looking down at Rong Rui’s fair side face, she asked softly, "Are you sad?"

Several seconds passed without a response from Rong Rui.

Tang Yige felt a slight aching throb in her heart, "Little Rui..."

"Not sad." Rong Rui raised his little head, staring intently at Yige, "I have you."

Looking into Rong Rui’s earnest eyes, Tang Yige didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad.