Tang Yuwen’s face turned ghastly pale from pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Pressing her lips together, Yige walked over to Si Nan, reached out to grasp his arm holding Tang Yuwen’s, and hesitantly said in a low voice, "Let go."
Si Nan clenched his molars and forcefully flung Tang Yuwen’s arm away.
Tang Yuwen was thrown far away, stumbling and needing to lean against the wall.
Si Nan gave Tang Yuwen a cold glare, released his grip, and grabbed Yige’s wrist, dragging her swiftly down the corridor.
Tang Yige struggled to keep up, her lips pressed defiantly tight, refusing to beg for rcy.
Si Nan dragged her through the ergency exit, directly tossing her into the corner of the corridor.
Hmm...
Tang Yige’s back hit the wall, causing her to let out a muffled groan in pain.
Biting her lower lip hard, Tang Yige angrily glared at the man standing a few steps away, hands on hips, sternly staring at her.
Si Nan lowered his brow, reprimanding, "Do you still have the nerve to glare at ?"
Tang Yige’s lips trembled slightly, her brows furrowed, defying him by turning her eyes away, refusing to look at him.
Si Nan’s brows furrowed more deeply, taking large strides forward.
He pressed one hand on Tang Yige’s shoulder, pinning her back against the wall, bending down to look at her with cold eyes, "Why didn’t you tell ?"
Tang Yige’s eyelashes drooped, her small face turning unnaturally pale, as she said hoarsely, "Why should I tell you? Who are you to ?"
Si Nan’s thin lips turned into a sharp line, tilting her chin up, his sharp gaze fixed on her slightly flushed eyes, "Didn’t we agree last night?"
Agreed?
Tang Yige was speechless, looking at Si Nan, "What did we say last night, agreed on?"
"Made up." Si Nan’s lips barely separated, hovering over Tang Yige’s lips, his dark eyes locked on her.
...
Tang Yige looked at Si Nan’s determined expression, almost wondering if she had really said those words, perhaps suddenly losing mory.
Tang Yige’s slightly dry lips parted quietly, simply looking at Si Nan.
She was very tired now, not wanting to argue about this topic.
Si Nan scanned her swollen eyelids, his eyelids half-closed.
He slightly eased away from her body.
Removing the hand on her chin, he possessively held her delicate waist.
As he grasped her waist, Tang Yige’s body stiffened, frowning as she looked up at him.
"Before I ca to find you, I already understood your mother’s condition with the doctor."
Si Nan paused, gently brushing the long hair drifting onto Tang Yige’s cheek, softly saying, "She’ll get better."
Feeling his warm fingertips lightly stroking her cheeks and ears, Tang Yige surprisingly felt soothed.
Tang Yige looked at Si Nan, her voice finally softening a bit, "How did you know I was at the hospital?"
Si Nan hooked his arm around Tang Yige’s waist, pulling her into his embrace, resting his chin on the crown of Tang Yige’s head, murmuring, "Zhang Xu told ."
Zhang Xu?
Tang Yige pressed her lips together, raising her gaze slightly to glance at his smooth, attractive jaw, muttering softly, "Didn’t expect you to be quite the charr."
Si Nan heard her words, his long brows slightly raised, reaching out to gently run his fingers through Yige’s back-scattered curls.
After a while.
Tang Yige finally heard his gentle voice slowly drifting from above, "So, you can’t escape. You are destined to be Si Nan’s."
Tang Yige pursed her lips, unconvinced, "I’m my own."
"You’re also mine." Si Nan’s lips pressed softly on the crown of Tang Yige’s head.
Tang Yige’s hands at her sides slightly clenched, her long eyelashes fluttered twice, but she said nothing more.
Si Nan’s faintly upturned lips curved more noticeably.
When Si Nan and Tang Yige returned to the ICU corridor, Tang Yuwen was sitting dejectedly in a chair, gently pinching the arm Si Nan had clamped earlier.
From the side, Tang Yige could see the prominent wrinkles on Tang Yuwen’s face and the gray stubble on his chin.
At this mont, Tang Yuwen seed like a lone old man sitting there.
Not to ntion Tang Yige being his biological daughter, even strangers unrelated to him might feel compelled to sigh upon seeing him.
Tang Yige clenched her fist, walked over to Tang Yuwen, and looked at his arm, "How is it? Do you need to see a doctor?"
"Hmph." Tang Yuwen snorted coldly, not answering.
Tang Yige frowned, saying, "It doesn’t look very serious. You don’t have to see a doctor."
Tang Yuwen’s face tightened harshly, looking up to glare nacingly at Tang Yige.
It was as if Tang Yige was his enemy from multiple lifetis!
Tang Yige curled her lips in self-mockery, ignored Tang Yuwen, glanced at the intensive care unit, and left.
Tang Yige left.
Naturally, Si Nan had no reason to stay either, so he followed Tang Yige out.
...
Tang Yige left the intensive care unit, but she didn’t leave the hospital. Instead, she went to the general ward where Tang Ruan was staying.
However, when she reached the room, Tang Ruan was nowhere to be seen.
Tang Yige stood at the ward’s doorway, looking deeply puzzled at the empty room.
Could Tang Ruan have woken up?
If awake.
Why hadn’t the police station inford her?
"What’s wrong?"
A sudden warmth pressed against her back.
Tang Yige’s eyelashes fluttered softly, "Did Tang Ruan get discharged?"
Si Nan’s eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his hand lightly on Tang Yige’s shoulder, "Maybe."
Tang Yige looked up at Si Nan, deep suspicion in her clear eyes, "But I didn’t receive any call from the police."
Si Nan held Tang Yige’s shoulder, gently pulling her into his embrace, speaking softly, "Perhaps Tang Ruan had a pang of conscience and has confessed."
Could it be?
Tang Yige subdued her long lashes, gently biting her plump lower lip.
Si Nan noticed, his eyes darkened slightly, holding Tang Yige tighter, his voice soft, "Let’s go."
Tang Yige took a breath, looked up at Si Nan, raised her hand to push his hand away, and walked forward.
Si Nan clenched his empty hand, slowly putting it into his pocket, his posture leisurely, strolling behind Tang Yige.
With Zhou Xueran now in the intensive care unit, Tang Yige couldn’t go in to take care of her.
Thinking about the little one at ho, Tang Yige decided not to stay at the hospital and returned to Jinxiu Huadu.
When Tang Yige returned to the apartnt, Rong Rui was playing gas in the ga room.
Zhang Lan saw the bloodstains on Tang Yige’s hands and clothes, her face turning white with fright, her heart hanging in suspense.
Tang Yige told her the blood wasn’t hers, only then did Zhang Lan feel relieved.
Afraid Little Rui would be scared, Tang Yige hurried back to her room to wash the blood off her hands and change into clean clothes.
Leaving the room, Tang Yige glanced at Si Nan sitting on the sofa and went straight to the ga room.
Si Nan watched Tang Yige’s figure as she turned into the ga room, a glint of reverie passing through his calm deep eyes.
Sitting on the sofa for a mont, Si Nan got up and headed to the ga room.
...
In the ga room, Little Rui was occupying Tang Yige’s lap, treating her as a chair while focusing on his ga.
Tang Yige hugged his chubby body from behind, not disturbing him.
When he finished one round and was preparing to start another,
Tang Yige reached out to take away the controller in his hand.
Little Rui blinked, then leaned his small head back, his head resting against Tang Yige’s chest, looking up with big, black, slightly resentful eyes at Tang Yige, "Little Gege, can I play one more ga?"
"No." Tang Yige tapped his forehead, putting the controller aside, picked up Little Rui to sit across her lap, and said softly, "Little Rui, it’s nap ti, so no gas. Don’t you think you spend too much ti gaming every day?"
Little Rui fiddled with a lock of Tang Yige’s hair, shaking his head absentmindedly, "I don’t think so."
"Really? You play gas for at least five or six hours every day. Isn’t that a lot?" Tang Yige cupped Little Rui’s small face, making him look at her.
Little Rui stared at Yige with deadpan eyes.
Tang Yige sighed lightly, pinching his small face, "How about you take a nap, okay?"
Little Rui looked at Yige, suddenly sitting up straight, his chubby little hands gently cradling Yige’s cheeks, "Little Gege, you seed so anxious this morning, what happened?"
Thinking of Zhou Xueran in the intensive care unit, warmth rose at the corners of Tang Yige’s eyes, and she kissed Little Rui’s brow.
Little Rui blinked confusedly, and as Yige’s lips left his forehead, he noticed her reddened eyes, carefully using his chubby index finger to brush the corner of her eye, "Little Gege, are you okay?"
Tang Yige held his little hand, her face bowed low, "Little Rui, how about I take you to see Mom in a couple of days?"
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