Chapter 931: Chapter 162: Love That Cuts to the Bone

Rong Sinan slowly spoke at this moment, his deep eyes looking at Rong Zhengfeng, "I know what you want to say. Don’t worry, I will make it up to the second one."

"How will you make it up?" Rong Zhengfeng shook his head, "He doesn’t lack money or power."

Rong Sinan looked down, speaking in a deep voice, "From now on, I will treat him as a true brother, just like Mo Chen."

Rong Zhengfeng stared at him, speaking slowly, "Haven’t you thought about giving Yige back to him..."

"Grandfather, Yiyi is mine!" Rong Sinan said.

Rong Zhengfeng, "..."

"I can give the whole Shengge to the second one. But Yiyi, that’s impossible!" Rong Sinan firmly expressed his determination to Rong Zhengfeng, his tone resolute and his face cold.

"Shengge? What Shengge?"

Rong Zhengfeng was puzzled, looking at Rong Sinan.

Rong Sinan, "..."

Rong Mochen twitched the corner of his mouth.

Rong Zhengfeng took a deep breath, raised a finger pointing at Rong Sinan, his fierce eyes widened in disbelief, "You, you, are you talking about that Shengge?"

Rong Sinan tightly pressed his lips together, looking at Rong Zhengfeng, "...Hmm."

"..." Rong Zhengfeng’s eyes widened even more.

Rong Sinan saw Rong Zhengfeng like this and felt guilty, licking his lower lip, said, "Grandfather, I..."

"Shut up!"

Rong Zhengfeng shouted.

Rong Sinan, "..." He twitched.

"I don’t have a grandson like you!"

Rong Zhengfeng’s head fumed!

He immediately grabbed the cane, stood up, and walked angrily upstairs.

Rong Sinan had a dark line, got up and wanted to chase after.

"Don’t chase."

Rong Mochen spoke calmly at this moment.

Rong Sinan frowned, looking down at Rong Mochen who sat calmly on the sofa.

Rong Mochen raised his right eyebrow, watching Rong Zhengfeng head upstairs directly into the study, and as he turned to close the door, he didn’t forget to glare at Rong Sinan.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the two brothers, he slammed the study door.

Rong Sinan, "..."

His eardrums shook.

Rong Sinan drooped again, looking at Rong Mochen, "You understand grandfather better than me, analyze it for me, what does grandfather mean now, really angry?"

Rong Mochen’s lips curled, his dark eyes glanced at Rong Sinan, "A grandson with such skills and abilities, wouldn’t enjoy himself secretly, angry? I can’t find a reason for him to be angry?"

Rong Sinan was slightly stunned, "So, grandfather is secretly enjoying himself in the study now?"

Rong Mochen smirked, tacitly approving Rong Sinan’s words.

Rong Sinan paused, then smiled slightly, sitting back on the sofa, sighed calmly, "As long as he isn’t angry."

Rong Mochen smiled, "When did you arrive?"

"Last night." Rong Sinan said.

Rong Mochen was taken aback, staring at Rong Sinan.

Rong Sinan raised an eyebrow, "An act of desperation."

Rong Mochen chuckled, two seconds later, couldn’t help but smile.

Rong Sinan also smiled.

The brothers exchanged a meaningful look that only they understood.

Such tacit understanding, if not true brothers, would really lead to endless fantasy images.

After all, it was too comforting.

"When do you plan to let the old man know about Little Rui?"

Rong Mochen looked at Rong Sinan with a gentle look in his eyes, "After all, holding a great-grandson is something the old man has always cared about."

Rong Sinan’s eyes flashed a delicate little face, his lips curled, "Soon."

Rong Mochen saw him like this, knowing his progress with Yige was good, felt slightly relieved.

Previously, he thought that after the series of troubles he and Yige went through, Yige wouldn’t easily reopen her heart to him.

It seems he underestimated Yige’s feelings for Rong Sinan.

Or rather, underestimated the extent Rong Sinan was willing to go.

"The old man still doesn’t know about your divorce with Tang Ruan. Want me to find a suitable opportunity to mention it?"

Rong Mochen’s idea of a suitable opportunity was likely to "accidentally" let it slip~~~

Rong Sinan smiled, reached out and patted Rong Mochen’s shoulder, "Alright."

Rong Mochen reached out to him.

Rong Sinan then raised his hand to high-five him.

Afterwards, Rong Sinan and Rong Mochen had a casual chat for a few minutes.

Rong Sinan then offered to leave.

Rong Mochen frowned, "Have breakfast before you go."

"I have another place to eat."

Rong Sinan smiled and said.

Rong Mochen was taken aback, instantly understood, and three black lines appeared on his forehead.

So, is he showing off his love in front of me now?

Should I wake the two little ones and my Little Mo right now~~

Before leaving, Rong Sinan showed off a bit of affection, and when he departed, his handsome face bore a relaxed smile, the corners of his mouth curling up high.

Rong Mochen’s forehead was full of black lines; he barely resisted calling Jin Jumo.

(⊙﹏⊙)...

...

Rong Sinan left Jinming Port City before seven-thirty and arrived at Jinxiu Huadu around eight twenty.

Getting off the car, Rong Sinan took large steps, hurrying into the apartment building.

When the elevator opened on the sixth floor, Rong Sinan quickly tidied his attire before stepping out and ringing the doorbell.

However, the doorbell had barely rung.

Before the door opened from the inside.

Rong Sinan was stunned.

Not only was Rong Sinan stunned, but Tang Yige, who stood at the door, was also taken aback.

The two of them gazed into each other’s eyes in surprise for three seconds.

Rong Sinan then slightly frowned, looking at Tang Yige, who was already dressed and ready to go out, with a gentle voice tinged with curiosity, "Going out this early?"

"..."

Tang Yige took a deep breath after Rong Sinan’s question, collected herself, and said, "Yes, I’m planning to go to the police station."

Police station?

Rong Sinan squinted his eyes.

"Why are you up so early?" Tang Yige softly asked, biting her lips.

Rong Sinan gazed at her intensely, "What do you think?"

Tang Yige’s face suddenly flushed, unconsciously reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear, "You stay home with Little Rui. I’m just stepping out for a bit, I’ll be back soon."

Home?

Rong Sinan couldn’t help but admit, hearing these words was especially comforting and relaxing.

A faint smile curled up at the corner of his lips, and Rong Sinan put his hands in his pockets to resist the urge to hug her, "I haven’t had breakfast yet."

"You haven’t eaten?" Tang Yige instinctively frowned, looking at him.

"Mm." Rong Sinan softly replied, his voice gentle beyond measure.

Tang Yige’s face grew undeniably warmer, she said quietly, "Then you should quickly go in and eat. We’ve just finished. Aunt Zhang will heat it up for you later."

"Eating by myself?"

Rong Sinan pursed his lips, his magnetic voice unexpectedly tinged with innocence.

Tang Yige looked at him.

Wanted to say, then what?

Her eyes turned, she said, "Why not let Little Rui accompany you? But he ate a lot this morning, so you’ll have to make sure he doesn’t eat too much."

"But I want you to eat with me."

Rong Sinan’s gaze passionately lingered on Tang Yige, his voice soft and tender, touching her heart.

Tang Yige felt a tingle at her heart, her eyes warmed, her long lashes fluttered, "I need to go out."

"Stay and have breakfast with me first." Rong Sinan said.

"..." Tang Yige lifted her eyes to look at him, her gaze moist and gentle, with a touch of hesitation.

Rong Sinan stepped forward.

The clean scent unique to him wafted around, and Tang Yige involuntarily took a breath, unconsciously nodding her head.

Rong Sinan then smiled, couldn’t help but pulled out a hand to grab Tang Yige’s hand tightly and walked into the apartment, changed his shoes, and led Tang Yige inside.

Tang Yige didn’t even have time to close the door before being led away by him.

Rong Rui lay on the sofa, looking with wide eyes, full of resentment, at Rong Sinan holding Tang Yige’s hand as they walked towards the dining room.

His little eyes seemed to shoot small flames at their clasped hands.

How annoying!

...

Zhang Lan saw the two of them getting along and felt genuinely happy, hurried to heat up breakfast for Rong Sinan, served it on the table, and stepped away, leaving the space for the couple.

Tang Yige sat at the dining table, held tightly by Rong Sinan.

"You go ahead and have breakfast." Tang Yige said and tried to pull out her hand.

But Rong Sinan suddenly tightened his grip.

Tang Yige paused, confused, looking at Rong Sinan.

Rong Sinan raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of warmth and a gentle smile, "Let’s just eat like this."

"...How can you eat like this?"

Rong Sinan held Tang Yige’s left hand with his right.

So, is he going to eat with his left hand?

How would he eat?

Rong Sinan pulled his lips into a smile, picked up the spoon with his left hand, scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and winked at Yige, "See, that works."

"..."