Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace

Chapter 803 - 71: Rong Sinan, Could You Be Any Crueler?

Tang Yige’s breath halted, her just-relaxed nerves unavoidably tightening again, as she looked fearfully at the man covering her face.

Si Nan stared closely at Tang Yige, "Do it once more before we go."

"But, um..."

A sudden pain forced Tang Yige to clutch the sofa cover beneath her tightly, a whimper spilling from her throat, unable to be suppressed.

Si Nan paused slightly, looking at Tang Yige gasping beneath him.

One hand reached under her skirt, further back, lifted her lower back, and thrust in suddenly.

"It hurts," Tang Yige whimpered, her eyes reddening as she stared at Si Nan.

Si Nan paused again, leaned down, and forcefully sealed Tang Yige’s lips, moving fiercely.

Tang Yige furrowed her brows tightly, her fingers gripping the sofa even harder, the veins on her slender neck popping out.

Half an hour later, Si Nan got off her, standing in front of Tang Yige to tidy up his belt.

Tang Yige closed her eyes, her pale face turned towards the back of the sofa, her hands still tightly clutching the sofa cover, her breathing rapid, yet weak.

After tidying up, Si Nan stood in front of Yige, watching her for a while, then bent down, intending to carry her from the sofa.

But before his hands could reach Tang Yige, he heard her hoarse, low voice wash over, "I’m going to take a shower."

After speaking, Tang Yige pushed herself up from the sofa, an arm crossed over her abdomen, her upper body lightly contorted, as if unable to straighten, heading towards the stairs.

Si Nan stared stiffly at Tang Yige, but his clear eyes were laced with coldness, "Is being with me so painful?"

Tang Yige’s steps forward halted, her pale face slightly turning back, looking at his icy face, her lips moving slightly but making no sound.

Si Nan tightened his jaw, walking up to her, "Is being with me painful?"

"..." Tang Yige frowned, her red eyes staring straight at him, "What about you? Is it painful being with me?"

Si Nan also furrowed his brows, his gaze deep and cold, "Do you regret being with me?"

Tang Yige clenched her hands tightly.

"I’m asking you, do you regret it?" Si Nan’s voice was repressed.

Tang Yige looked at his tense face and fiery red eyes, turning her face slightly to the side, taking a deep breath with parted lips, then looked back at him, "I’m going to take a shower, then go out to eat."

After speaking, Tang Yige was about to turn around.

But as soon as she moved, her arm was suddenly gripped by Si Nan.

Tang Yige immediately felt the pain from her arm, her exquisite face showing a trace of anger as she stared at him, "Si Nan, enough is enough! Can’t you see I don’t want to argue with you? I told you I’m really hungry and want to eat, can you not hear me? If you don’t want to go out with me, I won’t force you, just let go, I’ll go by myself!"

Si Nan tightened his grip on Tang Yige’s struggling arm, the veins on the sides of his temples throbbing, "Your true colors show so quickly? Don’t you love me? Tang Yige, don’t you love me?"

"I don’t love you anymore, okay? Is it okay that I can’t love you? Si Nan, let go, you’re hurting me! Let go!" Tang Yige’s eyes reddened as she fiercely struggled, her voice hoarse.

Si Nan’s handsome face flashed with a trace of ferocity, staring at Tang Yige’s tearful eyes filled with malice, he grabbed her and threw her onto the sofa.

"Ah..."

Tang Yige gasped in fear, her face pale as she desperately tried to get up from the sofa.

Si Nan laughed coldly, lifting a leg to straddle it, pinning Tang Yige’s hands to the sofa, his gaze sinister enough to terrify Tang Yige.

"Si Nan, are you going to force me again? Is forcing me the only thing you know how to do?" Tang Yige was trembling all over. She feared how he treated her because it was too painful.

But the more afraid she was, the angrier and more out of control she became.

At this moment, instead of showing weakness, she glared at him with tearful, angry eyes, shouting.

Si Nan smiled sinisterly, unfastened the just-buckled belt with one hand under her glare, drew it off, his jaw taut with cruelty, leaned over, and used the belt to tie up Tang Yige’s struggling hands.

Tang Yige, both shocked and terrified, watched Si Nan, whose face seemed possessed by a demon, her nerves stretched to the limit.

"Why so many methods if just one that makes you afraid is enough?"

Si Nan’s gaze was cold and cruel. He slid down his pants’ zipper, lifted Tang Yige’s denim skirt, and pressed down deeply.

"Si Nan, I hate you, I hate you so much!"

Tang Yige was in such pain her emotions collapsed, bursting into tears.

Si Nan only coldly watched her tearful eyes; the more she claimed to hate, the harder he became.

"It hurts so much, sob..." Tang Yige suddenly clutched Si Nan’s shirt at the chest, her long hair drenched with sweat, her petite face equally wet, "Brother, please, I beg you, it really hurts so much..."

Si Nan leaned down, gently stroking Tang Yige’s long hair stuck to her face, looking into her eyes, clearly in a deranged state.

It seemed.

What he wanted was for her to hurt!

Tang Yige was in so much pain that she was almost in a daze, unable to speak.

Before losing consciousness, the last thing imprinted in her eyes was the utterly cold expression on Rong Sinan’s face.

...

When she woke up again, Tang Yige found herself lying in a hospital ward, the smell of disinfectant filling her nostrils, surrounded by blinding whiteness.

"Awake?"

A gentle female voice brushed past her ear.

Tang Yige was not unfamiliar with this voice.

Pressing her dry lips together, Tang Yige slowly turned her head to look at the woman sitting at the edge of her hospital bed.

"How are you feeling?" The woman reached out and gently touched Tang Yige’s forehead, then smiled at her, "It’s okay now, the fever has gone down."

Tang Yige’s face was pale as she looked at the woman’s eyes, full of coldness, "What are you doing here?"

Tang Yige’s voice was hoarse, far rougher than her original voice.

"Taking care of you." The woman said softly, tenderly tucking in the corners of Yige’s quilt.

"Get out!" Tang Yige stared at her.

The woman sighed, looking at Yige helplessly, "Sister, why do you have to be like this? I’m your own sister, there’s really no need for you to treat me like an enemy every time you see me."

Tang Yige’s expression was cold, "Don’t make me say it a third time, get out!"

Tang Ruan shook her head, stood up, picked up a water cup from the table and went to the water dispenser to fetch water, "Sister, you just woke up, don’t get so agitated, it’s not good for your health. The doctor said, in your condition, if you don’t get timely treatment, you probably won’t live long."

Won’t live long?

Tang Yige clenched her hand.

She knew her own condition, having accumulated many illnesses over the years, and she also knew that she couldn’t have a long life.

"Sister, want some water?" Tang Ruan smiled softly as she handed the cup of water to Tang Yige.

Tang Yige coldly stared at her.

Tang Ruan raised an eyebrow, "Don’t want to drink?"

Smiling, Tang Ruan placed the cup on the bedside table.

Sitting back in the chair by the hospital bed, she looked at Tang Yige, "Sister, don’t look at me like that, if it weren’t for me missing you and going to the photo studio to see you, you probably wouldn’t have... you could say, it was I who saved you."

Tang Yige’s face was as if covered in several layers of white powder.

So.

Someone just left her on the sofa and walked away?

Rong Sinan, could you be any crueler!

Tang Yige’s eyes were red, but no tears came.

Perhaps, she should never have trusted him.

A man who has hated her for so many years, how could he suddenly realize that the one he loves is her?

If he really loved her.

How could he leave her alone?

Suddenly, a cool sensation on her wrist.

Tang Yige instinctively jerked, furrowing her brows, glaring at Tang Ruan.

Tang Ruan just pulled a slight smirk, then turned her gaze to Yige’s wrist, "Tsk, who did this, so heavy-handed, look, both your wrists are swollen."

Tang Yige shook off Tang Ruan’s hand, "Not leaving? Fine, I’ll leave!"

Tang Yige said as she reached behind to pull out the IV needle from her hand.

"Sister, don’t be agitated, fine, I’ll leave." Tang Ruan smiled as if amused by Yige’s actions.

Tang Yige closed her eyes, patience exhausted, "Tang Ruan, leave a little room in what you do, I fear you won’t end well."

Tang Ruan squinted, face still full of smiles, "What do I have to fear, isn’t there still you, sister, by my side?"

"You can get lost now!" Tang Yige’s face darkened.

Tang Ruan shrugged, stood up from her seat, and as she was about to leave, suddenly paused, turning her head to look at Yige, "Sister, do you really think Sinan will divorce me?"

"..."