Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 777 - 52: Little Gege, Do You Hin Like Me, Hin Like Me
Tang Yige, "..." A face full of confusion!
She not only left a five-year-old child alone in a foreign country, but now she even refuses to acknowledge that Little Rui is her child!
"Tang Yige, you are indeed the most heartless woman I have ever seen!" Rong Sinan spoke through gritted teeth, his face dark and menacing.
Tang Yige looked at his furious face, opened her pale lips wanting to say something, but as soon as she started, she felt it was totally unnecessary.
After all, in his eyes, Rong Sinan’s impression of her was unchangeably that of someone who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. Saying more was useless and would only make him think her explanation was just sophistry!
"Rong Sinan, I really am very tired. I am exhausted, do you understand? If you feel you haven’t scolded me enough, wait until I wake up tomorrow, and then continue, okay?" Tang Yige looked at Rong Sinan, her tone calm but her face extremely weary.
Rong Sinan gave a cold smile, getting off of Tang Yige.
Just when Tang Yige thought he would finally let her rest.
Suddenly, she felt cold. The quilt covering her body had been heartlessly thrown to the floor by him.
Tang Yige was startled and supported herself on the bed with her arms to sit up.
But at that moment, Rong Sinan pressed down on her again, his face sinister and fierce, rudely tearing open the robe belt around Tang Yige’s waist.
Tang Yige was shocked, scrambling to hold her robe tightly, "Rong Sinan, what are you doing?"
Rong Sinan said nothing, stripping away the last layer of fabric beneath Tang Yige, unzipping his pants without even unbuckling his belt as he suddenly pressed down in a deep voice.
"Ah." Tang Yige shut her eyes in pain, her entire body stiffening to an extreme extent.
But Rong Sinan paid no heed to Tang Yige, pressing her resisting arms on either side of the large bed, using all his strength on Tang Yige.
Tang Yige cried out in pain a few times, then fell silent.
Her pale lips tightly pressed, her eyes brimming with humiliation, bloodshot and staring at Rong Sinan above her.
The two seemed to be experiencing a silent struggle.
The more stubborn Tang Yige was, the harder Rong Sinan pushed.
Staring at Tang Yige’s blushing body, Rong Sinan sneered, "Slut!"
"..." Tang Yige couldn’t stop trembling, "Rong Sinan, don’t forget you’re my brother-in-law. Doing such a thing with your wife’s sister, how are you any better than me? If I’m a slut, then what are you?!"
Rong Sinan’s lips formed a sharp line, his eyes red and cold as though wishing he could carve out the flesh from Tang Yige’s body piece by piece!
When Rong Sinan left the hotel room, Tang Yige lay on the bed like a broken, delicate doll.
Tears streamed down from the corners of her eyes, yet her eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling with unprecedented gloom and despair!
Perhaps, she really shouldn’t love him!
This was also the first time for Tang Yige, on the road of loving Rong Sinan, that she felt hesitation and regret.
Once someone has such a thought.
It seems that every unsatisfactory action of the other party speeds up the loss of her love for him.
And this, for Tang Yige, was a beginning.
...
The next day, Tang Yige returned to the studio and met Jin Jumo, whom she hadn’t seen for years, as well as Xiao Nanqing’s young fiancée.
Rong Sinan had reserved suite 903 at the Jue Shi Hotel for years and handed her one of the room cards.
Whenever he needed, she had to obediently present herself!
In the following days, Tang Yige met Xixi and Hanhan, two adorable little buns that reminded her of a chubby boy far away in France.
So that night, Tang Yige opened her long-unopened computer and had a video chat with Little Rui in France.
It was still midday over there in France.
The little guy was sitting on the sofa in a creamy white sweater, holding a big red apple in his chubby hand, nibbling at it while reaching out a chubby finger to poke at Yige’s face on the screen.
Tang Yige chuckled, "Little guy, what are you poking?"
"You, I’ve been poking you because you haven’t video chatted with me in a long time. I thought you forgot about me, it made me so sad I couldn’t eat anything." Rong Rui gazed at Tang Yige gloomily.
Tang Yige, "..." How could he call that not being able to eat anything? Holding such a big apple as if she wouldn’t see it?
"Little Gege, why have you gotten thinner?" Rong Rui said.
"... Have I gotten thinner?" Tang Yige touched her face, quite excited.
Rong Rui pursed his little mouth, putting on a serious little face, saying solemnly, "I don’t like women who are too skinny, so you can’t lose any more weight."
Tang Yige laughed, "So if I lose more weight, you won’t marry me?"
"Hmm... It’s quite possible." Rong Rui replied.
Tang Yige frowned, "You little flirtatious carrot!"
"Hahaha." Rong Rui laughed joyfully, "I was kidding you, look how nervous you got. Little Gege, tell me honestly, do you really like me a lot, like a lot a lot?"
"..." Tang Yige was speechless.
"Don’t worry, Little Gege, I’m confident I won’t change my heart. When I grow up, I’ll go to China to marry you." Rong Rui said in a sweet and sticky voice.
Tang Yige smirked, "Alright, I’ll be waiting for you."
Tang Yige chatted nonchalantly with Rong Rui, and when it was over, she checked the time and realized more than an hour had passed.
She couldn’t believe she had unconsciously chatted with a little kid for over an hour.
Tang Yige smiled, holding her forehead, turned off the computer, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
...
A high-end apartment in the city center.
A tall man in a light gray robe stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling neon-lit streets of the city at night.
Only a standing lamp was lit in the room, giving it a somewhat dim and solitary atmosphere.
The man’s elegant fingers held a cigarette, the smoke winding like a blue veil around his fingertips before dissipating without a trace.
When the abrupt doorbell rang, the man did not move an inch, as if he hadn’t heard it at all.
The doorbell kept ringing for about ten minutes.
The man’s elegant face darkened slightly, a hint of impatience flashed through his clear eyes as he turned, stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray, and strode towards the door.
When he opened the door, the frail woman standing there had her raised hand frozen in mid-air, but her eyes couldn’t help but brighten.
"Si Nan."
Tang Ruan softly called and rushed towards Rong Sinan, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Rong Sinan frowned tightly, pulling away one of her arms.
Tang Ruan’s eyes suddenly reddened, and after being pulled away, she awkwardly hugged her own arms, looking up at him sadly, "Si Nan, don’t treat me like this, I’m really upset."
Rong Sinan’s eyes were cold, "You shouldn’t have come here."
Tang Ruan’s face turned pale, lips quivering, "I know, I know you told me not to come. But, but I missed you, I wanted to see you. Si Nan, let’s not fight anymore, okay? Let’s be together happily. I can’t be without you."
The Rong Sinan standing in front of Tang Ruan at this moment was like a piece of ice that no one could warm, "Tang Ruan, do you really want me to tear our relationship apart?"
"..." Tang Ruan’s back shook violently, her tear-streaked eyes horrified as she looked at Rong Sinan, "Si Nan, what do you mean?"
Rong Sinan squinted, "Go back, we’ll talk tomorrow."
Talk?
Tang Ruan’s body started to tremble, "Si Nan, what do you want to talk about? Hm?"
Rong Sinan’s lips tightened, his demeanor ruthless.
"..." Tang Ruan covered her mouth, shedding tears, and after a while, she shakily lowered her hand, hurried forward to embrace Rong Sinan again, "Si Nan, I really love you, I really can’t be without you. Please don’t leave me."
The irritation in Rong Sinan’s eyes grew heavier, holding onto Tang Ruan’s arms to pull them apart from him.
Tang Ruan stumbled back a couple of steps, directing tear-filled eyes to Rong Sinan in despair, "Si Nan, don’t treat me like this, I’m begging you..."
"Tang Ruan, I’m not planning to hold you accountable for past actions, so don’t force me!" Rong Sinan looked at Tang Ruan’s tear-streaked face, his eyes devoid of any warmth, his voice cold to the extreme.
Tang Ruan gripped her hands tightly, bowing with grief as she constantly cried while looking at Rong Sinan, "I don’t know what you’re talking about Si Nan, I only know that I can’t be without you, I love you, Si Nan."
Rong Sinan’s expression remained unmoved, one hand sliding into his trouser pocket as the other held the door handle, his eyes chillingly clear, "Later I’ll send you the location for tomorrow’s meeting."
After saying this, Rong Sinan did not give Tang Ruan a chance to speak before closing the door.
"Si Nan..."
As she watched the door close in front of her, Tang Ruan’s face went pale, and she burst into tears, rushing forward.
