"..." Tang Ruan tightly closed her eyes, her lips pressed together turning pale, finally squeezing out a word from her throat, "Mm."
The next day.
Si Nan, after freshening up in the bathroom, ca out to find Tang Ruan dressed and standing in front of the mirror. He paused slightly, then curled his lips and said, "Why are you up so early today?"
Tang Ruan softly looked at Si Nan through the mirror, "Did you forget? I have a violin performance in Paris tomorrow."
Si Nan paused, walked behind her, and embraced her lightly, "Sorry, I’ve been too busy lately."
Tang Ruan gently shook her head, "It’s okay."
"When will you be back?" Si Nan softly looked at Tang Ruan in the mirror and asked.
"Hmm... When do you want to co back?" Tang Ruan blinked at him.
"Heh." Si Nan chuckled warmly, casually withdrew his hand, patted her head, and walked towards the dressing room.
Tang Ruan watched him from behind.
Only when Si Nan entered the dressing room did Tang Ruan hear his voice coming from inside, "No rush, it’s rare to go out, in Paris, spend a few more days with friends."
Tang Ruan’s face turned cold just like that, her eyes staring at the closet hinted so sarcasm, but the voice that ca out unchanged remained gentle and smooth, "Husband, from your tone, it sounds like you can’t wait for to leave and not return."
After almost two minutes, Si Nan’s voice sounded again, "How could that be? Of course I hope you co back as soon as possible."
"Really?" Tang Ruan sneered.
"Mm."
A cold smile flashed across Tang Ruan’s lips, "Don’t worry, husband, as soon as the performance is over, I’ll rush back to accompany you."
"Alright."
Tang Ruan clenched her fists, and before Si Nan ca out from the dressing room, she turned and headed towards the bathroom.
Si Nan, dressed and ca out of the dressing room, only saw Tang Ruan’s back as she entered the bathroom.
Si Nan’s steps paused slightly in the dressing room, after a mont, he walked out towards the bedroom.
...
Paris, France, in a suburb far from the city center.
Inside a pure white small villa, a baby’s crying could be heard.
The nanny Zhang Lan hurriedly put down the cloth, wiped her hands quickly, and ran upstairs.
"Wah uuuu..."
"Little Rui, Little Rui."
Zhang Lan climbed up to the second floor, walked into the nursery in a few steps, and picked up the baby boy from the crib who was waving his little hands and feet.
As soon as the little guy was in Zhang Lan’s arms, he stopped crying, stared at her with a pair of bright and clear eyes, his small rosy lips wet, with crystal-clear drool hanging at the corner.
A chubby little hand was raised in the air, babbling without grabbing anything.
"You little troublemaker, can’t you stay by yourself for a while? Aunt Zhang is very busy, needs to clean the house, and wash your clothes."
Zhang Lan kissed the little one on his forehead, talking as she walked out holding him.
She had just walked out of the nursery and was about to go downstairs when her gaze accidentally caught sight of a lady’s suitcase at the entrance of the living room.
Zhang Lan was startled, then quickly delighted, speeding up her steps down the stairs.
Passing through the living room, Zhang Lan glanced at the lady’s handbag on the sofa and couldn’t help but smile softly as she spoke to the little guy in her arms, "Little Rui’s mommy ca to see Little Rui. Did Little Rui know mommy was coming, so he cried on purpose, wanting Aunt Zhang to co up and hold you down to find mommy?"
"Babble..."
The little guy sucked his chubby little finger, his big eyes staring straight at Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan tenderly tapped the little one’s nose.
Water sound ca from the bathroom in the living room, followed by the decisive sound of high heels hitting the floor.
Soon, a slender, stylishly dressed young woman appeared in front of Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan smiled warmly, "Miss Tang, you’re back."
Tang Ruan walked over, stood in front of Zhang Lan, looked down at the infant boy in her arms but didn’t intend to reach out and hold him. She lifted her eyelids and spoke to Zhang Lan, "Thank you for taking care of Rong Rui these months. I’m back this ti to handle so things, won’t stay long. Before leaving, I will give you the living expenses for the next half year and your salary."
"Miss Tang, after you leave this ti, do you plan not to co back?" Zhang Lan frowned and said.
"Hmm. If there’s nothing important, I won’t return." Tang Ruan spoke, coldly glancing at Rong Rui in her arms, then walked to the living room, picked up her handbag from the sofa, and went straight upstairs.
"Miss Tang." Zhang Lan turned around and looked at Tang Ruan.
Tang Ruan paused, turned back, and stared at Zhang Lan in inquiry, "Anything else?"
"Aren’t you going to hold Little Rui?" Zhang Lan asked.
"..." Tang Ruan pressed her lips, a quick flicker of disgust flashed in her eyes, "I’m tired."
Then, she went upstairs without looking back.
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