Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 765 - 43: Si Nan Said He Wants to Watch Lavender with Me
Rong Sinan’s thin lips pressed tight, the sudden surge of anger in his chest was overwhelming and difficult to suppress.
Tang Yige applied medicine in the bathroom, got dressed, and came out to find Rong Sinan standing silently by the window, smoking.
Tang Yige’s brows tightened slightly, her gaze swept over the cigarette butts on the floor. After all, she couldn’t harden her heart to ignore it. She looked at his straight back and softly said, "Don’t smoke too much, it’s not good for your health."
Rong Sinan paused his long fingers holding the cigarette and said coolly, "If someone who never smokes told me this, maybe I could be persuaded."
Tang Yige’s brow furrowed even more tightly. She stood in place for a moment and said, "I’m going back to my room."
Rong Sinan did not respond.
Tang Yige stared at his back for a moment, hugged one arm with the other, and walked towards the door.
"Tang Yige."
Rong Sinan suddenly called her, his voice hoarse from smoke.
Tang Yige’s legs halted, looking at him.
Rong Sinan still didn’t look at her, smoked, and as the smoke drifted from his thin lips, Tang Yige heard his slow, raspy voice, "I’ll marry you."
"..."
Tang Yige was stunned, as if something exploded beside her ears, "You, what did you say?"
Rong Sinan turned his head, under the swirling blue smoke, his face was unclear, "I’ll marry you, will you marry me?"
Tang Yige suddenly clenched her hands, her heart pounding like a muffled thunder.
Taking a deep breath, "I’m going back to my room."
Yes.
Tang Yige couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe Rong Sinan would marry her!
He must be trying to tease her again.
It must be his prank!
Tang Yige lowered her head and hurriedly walked towards the door.
"In a few days, we’ll go back home, I’ll immediately divorce Tang Ruan, and then we’ll get married."
Tang Yige automatically blocked out what she heard, reached out to twist the door handle, and was about to leave.
"Tang Yige, this is our last chance."
Tang Yige’s raised leg suddenly seemed to be tied down with a thousand pounds of sand, yet it was forcibly dragged to the floor.
The hand holding the door handle clenched so tightly that the veins stood out.
Tang Yige slowly lifted her pale face, her eyes at this moment were as red as blood, looking at Rong Sinan’s cold face, "Is this fun for you?"
Rong Sinan pressed the cigarette tightly between his fingers, frowning as he stared at Tang Yige.
"I’m asking you, is it fun?"
Tang Yige’s voice was choked.
Rong Sinan’s handsome face was tense, his gaze on Tang Yige was deep and obscure, "Haven’t you always been saying you love me?"
"So what?"
Tang Yige stared straight at him, "I like you, but that doesn’t mean I can tolerate your teasing! Or are you trying to make me give up on you this way?"
Give up?
The cigarette between Rong Sinan’s fingers was forcibly snapped in two, falling to the ground.
Tang Yige watched as he stepped on those two cigarette ends and walked towards her, involuntarily taking a light gasp.
Rong Sinan stood in front of her, tearing away the warm and gentle facade, at this moment, he was like an angry wolf, "Tang Yige, could you be any more hypocritical?
You’re the one saying you like me, and yet you’re also the one refusing to marry with all sorts of excuses!
Between you and me, who is really the one teasing whom? Who’s the fool here?"
"Didn’t you ever tease me? If you truly wanted to marry me, why did you ask me to be your lover?
If you truly wanted to marry me, would you torture me like this, not wanting me to have a good life?
If you truly damn wanted to marry me, why did you marry someone else five years ago?
Rong Sinan, I’m Tang Yige, I’m stupid, which is why I’ve liked you for so many years without ever regretting it!
Haven’t you been bullying me all this time because you knew I liked you?
Just because of how much you dislike me, I wandered outside for four years, four years! Do you think I wanted that, Rong Sinan?
Let me tell you Rong Sinan, even though I, Tang Yige, loved you as if it were life and death, I could still live fine without you!
If you really detest and are disgusted by me as you say, then stop bothering me! I’ll thank you for a lifetime!"
Tang Yige finished her shouting, turned and ran out.
Rong Sinan, "..."
...
Back in the hotel room, Tang Yige locked herself in the bathroom.
That shouting just now had drained all her strength.
She hugged her knees and sat by the bathroom door, her slender body leaning against the wall.
She covered her mouth with both hands, not letting herself make a single sound.
Rong Sinan would never know how joyful and unbelievable Tang Yige was upon hearing his words "I’ll marry you", even at that moment she felt she had already found happiness.
He wouldn’t understand.
How much she hoped, hoped that his words were sincere.
Tang Yige cried until the veins on her forehead stood out, her face flushed as if drunk.
She lightly tilted her head back, covering her mouth forcefully, crying her heart out.
Meanwhile, in Suite 603.
Rong Sinan maintained the posture from when Yige left, standing the whole night.
...
At six in the morning, Tang Yige emerged from the bathroom, her legs wobbly and light, her face pale and haggard, her eyes swollen and lifeless.
If Tang Yige was seen by Rong Rui at this moment, he might think he’d seen a ghost.
Tang Yige stood by the bed, wiped her face with her hand, exhausted after the outburst.
Just as Tang Yige was about to lie down for a brief rest, her phone rang.
Tang Yige frowned, raised her hand to rub her aching head, picked up the phone from the bedside table, and glanced at it.
Staring at the phone screen for a few seconds, Tang Yige swept her gaze over Rong Rui who was sleeping soundly on the bed, answered the phone while walking to the balcony.
"What’s up?"
Tang Yige’s tone was cold, carrying fatigue.
"Sister, Dad has been released and those rumors about drug use and possession have been cleared. Dad knows it was you who saved him, and he said he’s waiting for you to come back." Tang Ruan’s soft voice came through.
Tang Yige’s gaze flickered briefly, she didn’t speak.
"Sister, thanks to you this time."
Tang Yige sneered silently.
"Sister..."
"Tang Ruan, you keep calling me sister, doesn’t it disgust you?" Tang Yige rubbed her nose, snorted low.
"Sister, you are my sister, aren’t you? What else should I call you?" Tang Ruan’s voice seemed somewhat aggrieved.
Tang Yige sneered, "Didn’t you give me a nickname before? Call me by that."
"...Sister, what are you talking about?"
Tang Ruan said innocently, "When did I give you a nickname?"
"You don’t remember? No matter, I’ll remind you. Whore. Didn’t you call me a whore?" Tang Yige laughed.
The other end, Tang Ruan’s voice went silent.
Tang Yige laughed a couple of times then stopped, said coldly, "If you called to tell me specifically about Dad, I’ve got it.
If there’s nothing else, don’t call me in the future, spare me the trouble of changing my number!"
"Sister, can’t you not be like this every time with me?"
"Do you think I’m too polite to you?" Tang Yige snorted lowly.
Tang Ruan sighed, "Sister, have you forgotten, you used to love me dearly when we were kids."
Tang Yige seemed to have been stabbed in the heart, her face immediately turned cold, "Tang Ruan, you really can disgust people!"
"Your kindness, I remember it all. Sister, can we go back to how we were?" Tang Ruan said softly, her tone full of nostalgia for the past.
Tang Yige tightened her grip on the phone, "Back then? Are you trying to remind me of how foolish I was before?
Tang Ruan, if I could really go back, the first thing I’d do is strangle you at birth!"
"Sister."
Tang Ruan exclaimed in horror, "Do you hate me that much? Wish I were dead?"
"Yes, go die!"
Tang Yige gritted her teeth and finished speaking, about to end the call.
"Sister, I’m on the train to Provence. Sinan said he wanted to see the lavender with me."
Tang Yige’s knuckles turned white, the red veins that had just receded in her eyes climbed back up.
"Sister, do you think I’ll see you there?"
Tang Yige closed her eyes and hung up the phone!
She stood on the morning balcony, only feeling the wind, was bone-chilling!
Rong Sinan, is this what you meant by marrying her!
So, if it’s not teasing, what is it?
Tang Yige, what are you still dreaming about?
Tang Yige stood on the balcony for nearly twenty minutes, then returned to the room, taking her suitcase out from the wardrobe.
