Tang Yige was stunned and looked at Rong Sinan with confusion.
What did he an by that?
Could it be he doesn’t love Tang Ruan?
Impossible... impossible!
If he didn’t love her, how could he marry her?
Is there anyone who could force Rong Sinan to do sothing he didn’t want to?
"Yiyi, I have never liked Tang Ruan," Rong Sinan stated clearly.
Tang Yige’s eyes widened, her expression as if she had heard so earth-shattering news.
Rong Sinan’s cold eyes softened, and he gently caressed her cheek with his thumb, reluctant to let go.
"You, you must be joking!" Tang Yige furrowed her brow like an old lady.
How could he not like Tang Ruan?
He had done so much for her.
He even risked a potential fallout with Brother Mo Chen to keep Tang Ruan and refused to divorce her.
"Do I look like I’m joking?" Rong Sinan’s expression was serious.
Tang Yige looked at him, holding her breath, shook her head in disbelief, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! If you didn’t like Tang Ruan, how could you marry her? So, so don’t lie to saying you don’t like her."
"Why would I lie to you?"
Unlike Tang Yige’s panic, Rong Sinan remained calm and composed.
"Because, because..." Tang Yige’s lips moved, but she couldn’t co up with a reason even after a long pause.
After all, it didn’t seem like he had a reason to lie to her!
But, but how could he not have liked Tang Ruan?
Tang Yige couldn’t understand, her mind was in chaos.
Pushing away Rong Sinan, Tang Yige turned around, hugging her stomach with one hand and biting her lip with the other, "If you didn’t like her, why, why did you marry her then? It doesn’t make sense..."
Rong Sinan hugged her from behind.
Tang Yige’s body trembled, her eyes looking back at him in a panic, she pressed her lips together, trying to break free.
But this ti he didn’t give her the chance to escape, holding her tightly from behind.
Tang Yige’s eyelashes fluttered.
Rong Sinan did not explain further, he lowered his head and buried it in her nape, his lips lightly grazing the skin there.
Tang Yige shivered.
The hand Rong Sinan had around her waist loosened slightly before slipping under the hem of her loose T-shirt.
Tang Yige suddenly closed her eyes, her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
Rong Sinan imdiately picked her up from behind, turning and striding toward the bedroom.
Throughout the whole process, Tang Yige was in a daze.
Rong Sinan, on the other hand, was uncharacteristically gentle, leaving Tang Yige’s mind in a fog, her consciousness completely vacant.
That day, Tang Yige didn’t manage to leave the hotel at all, eventually falling into an exhausted sleep during his endless entanglent.
Rong Sinan lay over her, his dark eyes fixed on her ever-furrowed brows, he lowered his head and kissed away the creases at her brows.
"Yiyi, I..."
In the last mont, Rong Sinan’s thin lips rested by Tang Yige’s ear, his voice hoarse as he said sothing.
In her sleep, Yige seed to hear it, yet seed not to, as the moisture in her eyelashes increased.
...
At that mont, in France.
It was around three in the afternoon, and Rong Rui had just been dragged out of bed after a nap by Zhang Lan to wash his face in the bathroom.
After washing his face, the little boy, who had been drowsy, opened his clear eyes wide, instantly perking up, and he rolled out of the bathroom, running straight downstairs.
"Be careful."
Zhang Lan followed behind him with a smile, worried that the little guy would fall in his haste.
"Aunt Zhang, catch , catch ..."
Zhang Lan, "..." What a little rascal!
Rong Rui dashed down the stairs, tugging at his slipping pants, and rolled onto the sofa, standing victoriously with his little chubby hands on his hips, laughing at Zhang Lan, who was still coming down the stairs.
Zhang Lan was speechless, her face blank as she ca down from upstairs.
"Aunt Zhang, I want a big apple!"
As soon as Zhang Lan ca downstairs, Rong Rui was clamoring for food.
Zhang Lan smiled helplessly, went to the kitchen to take an apple from the fridge, washed it, and brought it over to the little master.
Rong Rui took the apple, took a bite, and with his chubby little body, he sat tiltedly on the sofa like a little lord, playing with a toy with his other small hand.
Seeing the nice weather outside, Zhang Lan thought of going upstairs to call Zhang Xu down for a walk to get so fresh air.
Just as she was about to head upstairs, she suddenly heard the crisp sound of high heels on the ground outside the door.
Zhang Lan hesitated for a mont and took a couple of steps toward the door.
And just then, the footsteps stopped at the door.
As Zhang Lan made eye contact with the woman standing at the door, she took a breath in shock, "Miss Tang..."
Miss Tang?
Upon hearing Zhang Lan’s voice, Rong Rui put down his toy, sat up straight on the sofa while biting on the apple, and looked towards Zhang Lan, "Aunt Zhang, who are you talking to?"
Zhang Lan blinked and quickly turned to Rong Rui, happily saying, "Little Rui, co quickly and see who’s back. Hurry back."
"..."
Seeing Zhang Lan’s excitent, Rong Rui wobbled his little head, got off the sofa, and walked towards Zhang Lan, saying, "Aunt Zhang, calm down."
Zhang Lan twitched her lips.
Rong Rui walked over, stood by Zhang Lan’s leg, and bit into his apple as he looked towards the door.
When he saw the woman standing at the door.
Rong Rui was stunned for a mont, continued biting into his apple, stared at the woman for a while, then turned around and confusedly looked at Zhang Lan, "Aunt Zhang, is she your relative?"
Zhang Lan, "..."
That statent left Zhang Lan feeling embarrassed for the woman at the door!
Zhang Lan, feeling awkward, glanced at the woman at the door, didn’t bother to explain to Rong Rui, quickly walked forward, picked up the woman’s suitcase at her feet, and said, looking at her indifferent face, "Miss Tang, please co inside."
Tang Ruan nodded slightly and walked in.
Zhang Lan had intended to carry the suitcase upstairs but feared that there might be trouble with Rong Rui, so she only brought the suitcase inside the house.
Rong Rui looked at Tang Ruan in puzzlent, then turned to look at Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan cast a quick glance at Tang Ruan and lowered her voice to say to Rong Rui, "Take a closer look at who she is? She is..."
"Little Rui."
Before Zhang Lan could finish, Tang Ruan spoke, interrupting her.
Zhang Lan was taken aback, closed her mouth, and looked at her.
Tang Ruan, with a calm expression, looked at Rong Rui, and when Rong Rui looked back at her, she said, "I’m your mother."
The half-eaten apple in Rong Rui’s chubby hand just fell to the ground.
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