novelraw Chapter 802 - 70: He Asked, Have You Cried?
Chapter 802 - 70: He Asked, Have You Cried?
When the phone rang for the third time, Tang Yige’s face showed an expression of extreme pain. Just before the phone was about to fall silent again, she bit her lower lip, quickly reached into the secret compartment to take out her phone, and answered without giving herself any time to hesitate.
"Where are you?" The man’s deep voice came through the phone.
Tang Yige closed her eyes for a moment, turned the steering wheel with one hand, parked the car on the side of the road, exhaled twice, and said, "I just got up not long ago, I’m on my way back to the photo studio, what’s up?"
Tang Yige’s voice was soft and hoarse, no different from usual.
"I’m coming to find you." He said.
"...Aren’t you going to the law firm?" Tang Yige asked, her voice even carrying a light smile.
"Not going today, I’m staying with you."
The expression on Tang Yige’s face stiffened, and she said nothing.
"Not talking? You don’t want me to stay with you?" he asked, a thread of coldness mingled into his voice in an instant.
Yige’s long, jet-black eyelashes trembled twice, and she said with a smile, "How could I not want that, come on, I’ll wait for you at the photo studio."
Silence on the other end.
Yige’s breath tightened uncontrollably.
"If you don’t want me to come, don’t force yourself, you can say it directly." He said.
"..." Yige’s fingers holding the phone turned white, "I didn’t."
"Didn’t not want it, or didn’t force yourself?"
"...Neither." Yige said in a low voice.
"Heh."
Rong Sinan slowly laughed, but as it brushed into Yige’s ears, it felt particularly cold, "Wait for me."
Yige’s eyes fluttered, "Okay."
...
After twenty minutes, Yige arrived at the photo studio, parked the car in front, just got out of the car, locked the door, and heard the screeching sound of tires scraping the ground stopping behind her car.
Tang Yige held the car keys, turned her head to look at that car.
It was that Bentley Continental someone often drove.
Tang Yige unconsciously tightened the car key in her palm, fixed her gaze on the man who pushed open the car door and stepped out.
He was still in the outfit he wore when he left the hotel in the morning.
A simple white shirt and form-fitting black trousers, the white shirt, made of quality material and tailored perfectly, fit seamlessly against him, outlining the muscular lines of his upper body.
The shirt’s hem was tucked into the waistband, and the slightly fitted trousers extended his long legs even further.
As he walked towards her with those long legs, Tang Yige was reminded of a male lead from a Korean drama she watched when she was young.
To this day, she still remembered that male lead’s name because he was so handsome, she was smitten for a long time.
Because of that, she was ridiculed by Xiao Nanqing and Gu Yan for a long time.
Rong Sinan walked up to her, stared at the red mark at the corner of her eye for a few seconds, naturally took her hand, and led her towards the photo studio.
It was midday in the heat of midsummer, yet Tang Yige’s hand was cold like ice.
Rong Sinan, whether he felt it or not, showed no change in his expression.
Tang Yige looked at his large hand enveloping hers, a slight sting at the tip of her nose.
As they entered the elevator, Rong Sinan pressed the floor number. The moment the elevator doors closed in front of them, he spoke heavily, "Have you been crying?"
Tang Yige’s other hand subconsciously clenched, her head lowered, "Why would I cry for nothing."
Rong Sinan’s handsome eyebrows tightened subtly, pressing his thin lips, looking down at Tang Yige.
Feeling his gaze on her face, Tang Yige’s side face stiffened, she forced a smile, looked up at Rong Sinan, "I really didn’t."
"Eyes this red, not from crying?" Rong Sinan’s voice was cool and deep, his gaze on Yige’s eyes sharp and profound.
"...My eyes are red because they were once injured. The damage to the blood vessels beneath my eyeballs left sequelae, maybe the wind blew too hard and they became like this." Tang Yige explained softly.
"Your eyes were injured?" Rong Sinan frowned, "How?"
"Accidentally." Tang Yige said lightly.
In fact, it was when she was mistakenly locked up as a mental patient in a psychiatric hospital abroad for forced treatment, where she took too much medication to the point of pressing on her nerves, that during severe episodes, she genuinely acted out of self-harm like a lunatic.
It was her eye that was injured at the time, accidentally smashing her eyeball, causing the blood vessels beneath her eyeball to rupture.
Back then, in the psychiatric hospital, she couldn’t receive good treatment, hence the sequelae remained.
Now, whenever her emotions get too intense and tug on the nerves in her eyeball, it bleeds.
Rong Sinan’s face tensed, angry at Tang Yige’s apathy and fearlessness at that moment.
The importance of eyes to a person needs no explanation.
Injured in such an important place, yet she spoke about it so lightly, as if she didn’t care, which was infuriating.
The elevator stopped at the designated floor, and Tang Yige was roughly pulled out by Rong Sinan.
Tang Yige frowned slightly, looking up at his stern and angry profile, her eyes narrowing slightly.
...
In the studio, Tang Yige was forcefully pressed onto the sofa by Rong Sinan, who stood in front of her, bending slightly. One hand lifted Yige’s face, while the other gently touched her reddened eye corners, staring intently into Yige’s eyes.
Tang Yige placed her hands on her knees, looking at his strict and solemn face, her palms involuntarily tightening.
"Does it hurt?" His cool voice brushed over.
"...It doesn’t hurt." Yige’s eyes flickered slightly, she said softly.
Rong Sinan pressed his lips tight, frowning deeply as he sternly stared at Yige, "Have you seen a doctor?"
"I saw one before." Yige said.
"Let’s go to the hospital later and take a look." Rong Sinan said briefly after a slight pause.
Yige lowered her eyes, "There’s no need, it’s not a big deal."
Rong Sinan withdrew his hands from Tang Yige’s face, his eyes lowering to stare at her steadily, anger slowly brewing on his stern visage.
Tang Yige released her clenched hands, took a deep breath, and looked up at Rong Sinan, "I’m a bit hungry, let’s go have lunch."
Rong Sinan’s brow furrowed tightly, his clear face taut, the gaze he fixed on her growing sharper.
Tang Yige’s eyes fluttered, her eyes turning red unnaturally, "Is it okay?"
Rong Sinan looked at the crimson liquid welling at her eye corners, his heart suddenly tightened, clenching his fist, he spoke in a low voice, "Okay."
Tang Yige’s tense red lips relaxed, she told him, "I’ll go change my clothes first, I’ll be quick."
Earlier, when she took Zhou Xueran to the hospital for her injury, the hem of her dark green skirt had been stained with some blood from her knees.
Rong Sinan glanced unobtrusively at Yige’s skirt, silently stepping aside from in front of her.
Tang Yige stood up and walked upstairs.
Rong Sinan stood in front of the sofa, not sitting, but watching as Yige walked upstairs.
Tang Yige smiled at him after going upstairs, then walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and took out a sleeveless denim dress.
Not avoiding Rong Sinan, she took off her dress and changed into the denim dress.
Afterwards, Yige quickly walked into the bathroom to wash her face, quickly dried the water droplets on her face with a dry towel, combed her long hair, and then came out of the bathroom, directly heading downstairs.
Rong Sinan watched her, his eyes deep and sombre.
Tang Yige acted as if she hadn’t noticed, telling him, "Let’s go."
Rong Sinan squinted slightly, reaching out a clean and tidy palm towards her.
Tang Yige glanced at his hand, picked up the bag on the sofa, and placed her hand in his palm.
Rong Sinan seized her hand, pulling her fiercely towards him.
Yige gasped, barely having time to react before her chin was lifted, his lips already covered hers.
Tang Yige’s eyes trembled, staring at the suddenly close handsome face in front of her.
Rong Sinan also stared at her, his eyes seemingly an endlessly deep black well.
Tang Yige trembled lightly all over.
Rong Sinan raised a hand, holding the back of Tang Yige’s neck, staring straight into Yige’s eyes,
"..."
Tang Yige’s heart raced, her eyes widened as she looked at him.
Rong Sinan entwined her dazed and wooden expression, slowly releasing the hand that held her wrist, placing it on Yige’s waist, then suddenly tightened, pulling Yige fiercely against him.
Ah!
Tang Yige gave a startled cry in her heart, looking at Rong Sinan’s eyes, a trace of panic appeared,
Tang Yige trembled more violently.
But after a long time, Rong Sinan only pressed tightly against her, not going further.
Tang Yige thought he wouldn’t do that kind of thing at this moment, so her tensed nerves slowly relaxed.
However.
Just as Tang Yige completely relaxed, his hand holding her waist suddenly tightened again, directly picking Tang Yige up, swiftly taking two steps forward, and pressing Yige into the sofa behind her.
Tang Yige’s breath halted, her just-relaxed nerves inevitably tensed once more, looking fearfully at the man above her.