Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 725 - 16: This Little Guy Is Already Flirting at Such a Young Age
The whole body was weak, relying on someone just to prevent oneself from shamefully collapsing onto the ground.
Rong Sinan gripped Yige’s nape tightly, his thin lips pressed against her ear, breathing heavily.
But his deep, focused eyes seemed clouded by a dark mist, making it hard for one to see clearly.
Feeling some strength return to her body, Yige immediately stepped back from his embrace.
Her pale hand covered the lips that had been bruised painfully by his rough kiss, and Yige looked at Rong Sinan with disbelief and slight hurt in her eyes.
Rong Sinan’s originally pale thin lips were now flushed, even suspiciously glistening with moisture.
Light brown eyes fixed on her.
Yige clenched her hand at her side, "Rong Sinan, do you think Tang Yige is easy to bully? So you bully me over and over again!"
Her voice was hoarse, wounded.
Rong Sinan’s gaze wavered; after staring at her pale face for a moment, he said softly, "Didn’t you want to say just now that your heart only holds me? I agree to kiss you and you should feel happy, joyful, right? Why do you look like this now? Or are you playing hard to get with me?"
"Rong Sinan!"
Yige trembled with rage, her eyes red, "You are now Tang Ruan’s husband, please respect yourself!"
"Respect myself? Did you forget who plotted against me, slept with me the night before the wedding?" Rong Sinan looked sarcastically at Tang Yige.
"..." Yige’s neck veins bulged, rendered speechless by Rong Sinan’s words,
Rong Sinan squinted his eyes, stepping towards her, "Did I say anything wrong? Wasn’t it you, Tang Yige, who slept with me in the hotel a year ago?"
"..." Yige clenched her teeth tightly, holding back tears from falling in front of him, her voice hoarse, "That’s in the past. Besides, I wasn’t the one who plotted against you. Even I myself was..."
"Are you saying you were also tricked into coming to the hotel? That sleeping with me was unexpected? You had no idea who was in the hotel suite?"
Rong Sinan laughed, a laugh like a knife stabbing into Yige’s heart!
He did not believe her!
He was convinced it was her who set him up, slept with him!
Yige closed her eyes, pressing her lips tightly together, her voice trembling, "It doesn’t matter anymore. Whatever. Think whatever you want."
Rong Sinan’s face suddenly darkened, staring sharply at Tang Yige’s self-mocking and dim face, "Tang Yige, who are you putting on this look of sorrow deeper than heartbreak for?"
"Heh..."
Yige laughed and slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at him with eyes that were purely red, void of any other emotion, "Rong Sinan, do you really think I love you that much? Love you so much I’d discard all pride just to sleep with you? Are you so confident in yourself? Or do you think that I, Tang Yige, have to have you, and without you, I can’t love someone else? Look at me, am I ugly? If I wanted to sleep with someone, would I have to use tricks? Just a beckoning finger and loads of men would clamor to climb into my bed, begging me to let them touch me!"
Rong Sinan’s expression twisted, "Despicable!"
"Haha."
Tang Yige laughed even harder, "Oh, you just realized? I’m despicable, yeah. I, Tang Yige, am damned despicable! I’ve been despicable for liking you all these years! You insult me, hate me, and I still love you! Aren’t I just despicable? Rong Sinan, aren’t you proud? Having a woman so shamelessly loving you, does it make you happy? Hmm?"
This time, it was Rong Sinan who was too furious to speak.
Staring at Tang Yige with bloodshot eyes, filled with a murderous glare that wished to swallow her whole!
Tang Yige laughed, but inside, a storm raged!
She looked at his enraged face, his angrily pressed lips, his ferocious glare, and the storm inside her heart poured harder and harder.
Tang Yige’s trembling lips moved slightly.
She tugged her lips mockingly.
Why, she hadn’t meant to make him angry.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Yige raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze now calm, "Even if those things in the past were indeed my doing, I know I was wrong now, I truly know I was wrong. So from now on, I won’t do anything to displease you or offend you. I’ll do my best not to appear before you to disgust you, to annoy you. Now you and Tang Ruan have a child together; I wish you both a lifetime of happiness as a family."
Tang Yige calmly finished speaking, but found his face not only didn’t soften, his anger intensified instead.
Yige couldn’t help but furrow her brow in confusion.
Rong Sinan straightened his jawline stiffly, "You wish me well? Who do you think you are?"
After throwing down those words, Rong Sinan suddenly turned away, carrying a cold aura, walking towards the Bentley parked in front of the studio.
Tang Yige’s face turned pale as she swallowed her tears while watching Rong Sinan’s cold, shadowy back, clutching her fingertips tightly.
In her heart, silently she said:
Big brother.
Goodbye!
...
Four years later, Paris, France, in the morning.
After her morning run, Tang Yige returned to the temporary rental cottage, went to the bathroom for a quick shower, and came out wearing a T-shirt and jeans, with a long denim shirt over it, heading to the kitchen to start toasting bread and frying eggs and sausages.
"Yige."
Hearing someone call her from outside, Tang Yige turned off the stove and walked to the door.
She saw Zhang Lan standing outside the fence on the lawn, which served as the divider between neighbors, with a smile on her face, holding a plate of freshly made steamed buns.
Yige smiled and walked over briskly, "Aunt Zhang, you made steamed buns again?"
"Yes, Little Rui likes to eat buns." Zhang Lan motioned for Yige to take them.
Yige cheerfully took the plate, grabbed a bun, and stuffed it into her mouth. While chewing contentedly, she said, "Aunt Zhang, I’m frying eggs and ham, wait a bit, I’ll bring some over to you."
"No need to go to the trouble, I’ll bring Little Rui over soon."
Zhang Lan didn’t bother with too much politeness, saying with a smile.
"Mm, okay." Yige nodded.
Watching Zhang Lan quickly walk towards the house, Yige couldn’t help but tilt her head and smile.
For the past four years, she traveled from country to country, never staying long in any place, but here in Paris, she’s already stayed for nearly three months.
As for the reason... she couldn’t quite say.
She just felt that there was something here that bound her.
Yige’s eyelashes fluttered lightly, and as she raised her eyes, she saw Zhang Lan leading a "little round ball" out.
Coincidentally, today the little round ball was dressed just like her in a dark denim shirt, and even the T-shirt inside was the same dark gray, paired with loose casual pants with pockets.
A bit surprised, Yige raised an eyebrow, watching Zhang Lan lead him down the path in front of the cottage.
As soon as they got closer, the little one released Zhang Lan’s hand and "rolled" over to Yige.
Yige gasped, quickly squatted down, put the plate of buns to the side, and opened her arms.
The little guy didn’t hesitate, rushing into Yige’s arms, tightly hugging her neck, and wetly kissing Yige’s face, saying in a soft voice, "Little Gege, I missed you!"
The phrase "I missed you" was spoken in French.
Yige couldn’t help but chuckle, and with effort, picked him up, "We just met last night."
"But I still missed you." The little guy had a serious expression.
"Alright, I believe you."
"Then why didn’t you kiss me?" The little guy frowned his white, clean eyebrows, looking at Yige in frustration.
"..." Yige paused for a moment, then smiled and kissed his cheek.
The little guy finally nodded in satisfaction, "Little Gege, I’m hungry."
"Let’s go, your servant will serve you breakfast." Yige carried him inside.
Zhang Lan shook her head and stepped forward to pick up the plate of buns Yige had put on the ground, following them inside.
"Little Gege, what’s a servant?"
"Uh... a servant means a helper."
"But I don’t want you to be my helper."
"Then what do you want me to be?"
"Love."
"..." Yige nearly burst out laughing.
This little guy, at such a young age, already knows how to flirt!
...
Rong Rui had four buns, a sausage, a fried egg, and a big cup of milk for breakfast, his appetite rivaling many adults.
Initially, Yige was surprised.
But after nearly three months of getting used to it, she no longer found it unusual.
If he ever didn’t eat this much, that’s when she’d worry something was wrong!
Watching Rong Rui enjoying his food so much, Yige couldn’t help but curl up her lips.
"Little Gege, even though I’m very handsome, if you keep staring at me instead of eating, you’ll get hungry."
Yige felt a bit embarrassed, "..."
