Chapter 916: Chapter 147: Deep, Corrosive Love

Rong Rui, "..." stared at Tang Yige with bright eyes. Now, it seems, he wants to continue being angry but can’t, right?

"...Is Little Rui still angry with me?" Tang Yige frowned, saying worriedly.

"No!" Rong Rui’s mouth twitched a bit as he spoke.

"Really?" Tang Yige looked at him, unbelieving.

Rong Rui nodded heavily, "Really, more real than gold! I’m not that kind of petty guy, you have to understand that."

As Rong Rui said this, he reached out a chubby little hand, placing it on Yige’s hand and patting gently.

Tang Yige looked at Rong Rui gently, "Then why doesn’t Little Rui smile at me?"

"..." Rong Rui... forcibly cracked a dry smile at Yige.

Tang Yige raised her hand to gently stroke Rong Rui’s little face, watching his simple, innocent smile, some inner pain seems healed with just one of his smiles.

Tang Yige laughed lightly, lowered her head and kissed his little brow, "Little Rui is so good."

"It’s good you know," Rong Rui raised his eyebrows, simultaneously tossing Rong Sinan a smug little look.

Rong Sinan stared at Rong Rui, merely squinting his eyes a bit.

"Sister Yi."

Zhang Xu stood up, walked to Tang Yige’s side, and sat down, placing his hand on one of Yige’s arms.

Tang Yige looked at Zhang Xu, her eyes showing apology, "Sorry, Xiao Xu, I encountered some things before, and haven’t fulfilled my promise to you."

"I understand, Sister Yi, you don’t have to explain to me. I believe you have your reasons." Zhang Xu said.

"Thank you for your understanding. I heard you are working at a fashion design studio, how is it?" Tang Yige asked with concern.

Zhang Xu gratefully glanced at Rong Sinan, "Thanks to Brother Rong’s help and connections, my work at the studio is quite smooth."

"That’s good." Tang Yige also glanced at Rong Sinan, seeing his serious demeanor and slightly lowered gaze, Tang Yige’s eyelashes fluttered.

"Sister Yi."

"Hmm?" Tang Yige withdrew her gaze, looking enquiringly at Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xu’s face flushed slightly, "I... I wonder if I could move in with you guys? I feel it’s too lonely living alone."

"Of course, you can. Actually, I was about to tell Aunt Zhang to let you move back home." Tang Yige laughed.

Move back... home?

Zhang Xu’s eyes got hot, "Sister Yi."

Tang Yige reached out to touch her face, "We are family."

"Yes." Zhang Xu nodded, lightly leaning her head towards Yige’s shoulder.

Tang Yige raised an eyebrow, smiling, and reached out to stroke her head, "Oh dear, we now have two little kids at home."

"Pfft..." Zhang Xu laughed embarrassedly but remained leaned against Tang Yige’s shoulder.

Zhang Lan saw this and turned her gaze to wipe her eyes.

Tang Yige saw it, not helping but lightly sighed in her heart.

Just then, Rong Sinan suddenly stood up from the sofa.

Tang Yige’s eyelid twitched, looking over.

Zhang Xu saw, straightening her body, looked at him, "Brother Rong, you’re leaving?"

Rong Rui obediently looked at Rong Sinan swiftly, narrowing his big eyes shining with light, looking particularly eager for him to leave quickly.

"Sir, it’s almost noon, stay for lunch before leaving," Zhang Lan said, standing up.

"No, I suddenly remembered I have business to attend to." Rong Sinan paused, his blazing gaze fixed on Tang Yige, "I’ll come over for dinner tonight."

Zhang Lan heard this, and smiled, "Hey."

Tang Yige, "..."

Rong Rui, "..."

Seeing Tang Yige not voicing a rejection, Rong Sinan slightly tugged at his mouth, saying, "I’ll be going."

Tang Yige pressed her lips, not speaking.

Rong Rui hummed softly, turning his little face away onto Tang Yige’s chest.

"Brother Rong, take care," Zhang Xu said.

Rong Sinan nodded and walked toward the door.

Everyone watched as Rong Sinan changed shoes at the entrance and then opened the door and went out; only then did a few people gradually return their gazes.

"Yige, I’ll go cook." Zhang Lan beamed with joy.

Tang Yige raised an eyebrow, looking at Zhang Lan.

Understanding the reason for her happiness within.

And because she understood, Tang Yige’s feelings were somewhat complex at the moment.

She knew Zhang Lan wholeheartedly wished for Little Rui to have a complete family, to have both parents accompany his growth, rather than just her or just Rong Sinan.

After all, Little Rui’s five years in France were too lonely.

Deep inside, he longs for the companionship of parents.

Tang Yige slightly lowered her eyes, looking at the little one in her arms, feeling increasingly conflicted inside.

...

In the afternoon, Zhang Xu moved his things back to the villa, the room right next to Rong Rui’s.

Tang Yige put down the things in hand, helped her pack, eventually... The more they packed the messier it became, and she was disdainfully pushed out of the room by Zhang Xu and Zhang Lan.

Hence, Tang Yige had no choice but to return to the second floor and continue her work.

After waking up from his nap, Rong Rui energetically went to... the game room.

Tang Yige noticed.

The little one, apart from eating and sleeping, is most keen on playing games.

Tang Yige didn’t find anything wrong with appropriate gaming for entertainment.

Moreover, the little one just lacks playmates, so whenever he has free time, he’d stay in the game room.

She believes, come spring when the little one starts school, the addiction to gaming naturally won’t exist.

Upstairs.

Tang Yige sat on a swivel chair, picked up her drawing pen, attempting to sketch some fashion design drawings.

But after trying several times, couldn’t make a mark.

Her brain seemed clogged by something, with no shred of inspiration or thought.

And this lasted so long that she started feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath, inexplicable agitation.

Tang Yige simply threw down the pen and stood up, walked to the window, sat on the carpet before it, agitatedly furrowing her brow, staring out the window.

There was nothing in her mind, frighteningly blank.

Tang Yige just kept sitting, kept sitting, until dusk.

Suddenly.

Steady footsteps were heard, pacing up the stairs one by one.

Only the desk lamp was lit upstairs, casting a dim yellow glow across the entire upper floor.

Tang Yige slowly turned her neck, looking toward the direction of the staircase.

Gradually, someone’s face appeared before her eyes.

Tang Yige lightly bit her lip, her afternoon long knitted brow curiously unwinding a bit.

Rong Sinan stepped up the stairs, paused for a few seconds at the staircase entrance, then pivoted his foot, walking towards her.

Tang Yige remained motionless, just looking at him.

Rong Sinan approached her, sat directly down on the carpet behind her, and stretched his arm to embrace her slender body from behind.

Tang Yige gently frowned, instinctively scooted forward a bit, but was suddenly pinned by his hand on her shoulder, unable to move.

Her chin was caught by two of the man’s slender fingers, lifting higher.

Tang Yige’s gaze was forced to meet the man’s deep, ocean-like eyes.

Rong Sinan lowered his head slightly, his nose touched Tang Yige’s, his deep eyes directly locking onto her trembling gaze, "How long did you sit?"

Tang Yige pressed her lips together, a trace of surprise passing through her eyes.

Rong Sinan squinted, his forehead dropped down too, resting against Tang Yige’s, the breath spreading from his thin lips, fresh and dry, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Tang Yige took a secret breath, her head leaning back, "Have you forgotten the half-year agreement you made with me?"

Rong Sinan stared at her, "I haven’t forgotten."

"Then you..."

"I’ve changed my mind." Rong Sinan said.

Tang Yige, "..." Depressed, stared at Rong Sinan, who could say repudiation so righteously, as if it was only right?

Rong Sinan held onto Tang Yige’s shoulders, turned her around, so they faced each other.

"I don’t want to waste another half a year. Yiyi, I want to be with you every moment."

Rong Sinan gazed deeply at Tang Yige, his voice firm.

"I’m not right now..."

"Don’t tell me you don’t want to." Rong Sinan lowered his eyebrows as he spoke, suddenly freeing a hand to stick it onto Tang Yige’s left chest.

Tang Yige was startled, gasping, her eyes widened with bewilderment at Rong Sinan.

Rong Sinan moved his Adam’s apple, "Yiyi, ask yourself, do you really not have any love left for me?"

At her heart’s position, Tang Yige’s heart beat as if it would never stop.

Rong Sinan’s palm was against her chest, naturally feeling it.

Rong Sinan’s clear and moist eyes were like torches lit suddenly, brightening sharply. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Yiyi, you still love me, don’t you? Hmm?"

Rong Sinan intensely lowered his head, forehead to forehead with Tang Yige, nose to nose, "Yiyi, you love me."

The more he said this, the more swiftly Tang Yige’s heart thudded.