novelraw Chapter 811 - 78: Little Rui Had a High Fever of 40°C Yesterday
Chapter 811 - 78: Little Rui Had a High Fever of 40°C Yesterday
Dragged Tang Yige, who was struggling non-stop, inside forcefully.
"Let go, let go of me..."
Tang Yige was panicked to the extreme, her whole body tense as if she would collapse at the slightest disturbance.
Rong Sinan glaringly stared at the fear-stricken Tang Yige whose face was out of control, his heart filled with both anger and pain, gritting his teeth hard, he released her hand.
As soon as she was free, Tang Yige ran towards the door without a second thought.
Rong Sinan’s temples throbbed with veins, he took a few strides forward and pulled Tang Yige back again, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Ah...let go, let go of me, what are you going to do again? What are you going to do again? Ah...let go of me, Rong Sinan, you..."
"Shut up!" Rong Sinan shouted in a deep voice with a stern face.
"Let go of me, let go!" Tang Yige also yelled at him, but compared to the dark look on Rong Sinan’s face, Tang Yige’s face was deathly pale with fear.
Rong Sinan, "..."
Staring deeply at Tang Yige, who was gasping in his arms and still struggling stubbornly.
"Rong Sinan, I hate you always using the way I least accept, most reject, to treat me, I hate you!" Tang Yige screamed.
Rong Sinan’s chest heaved heavily, pressing his thin lips tightly, closing his eyes for a moment, looking at Tang Yige, trying to make his voice sound calm and steady, "Yiyi, calm down, I don’t intend to do anything to you."
"Let go, let..."
Tang Yige’s agitated voice halted abruptly, and her struggling movements stopped as well. She lifted her tear-filled eyes to stare at Rong Sinan, her lips parted, breathing heavily.
"I said I wouldn’t use that method you hate anymore." Rong Sinan looked at her, his brows furrowed, but his voice was calm and steady.
Tang Yige stared at him, her gaze filled with suspicion and unease.
Rong Sinan clenched his fist slightly, then slowly let go of Tang Yige.
Tang Yige’s eyes flickered violently, and after seeing Rong Sinan release her, she took two steps back.
Her eyes flashed, and Tang Yige hugged her arms, looking at him with a pale face.
Rong Sinan put the clenched fist into his pants pocket, gazing at her softly, "Go change your clothes, I’ll wait for you here."
"..." Tang Yige stared at him for a while, then suddenly closed her eyes and kept exhaling.
Rong Sinan’s throat was dry and bitter as he turned around, walked to the sofa, and sat down.
Hearing the footsteps, Tang Yige slowly opened her eyes, cautiously looking at Rong Sinan sitting on the sofa, the panic not entirely gone from her beautiful eyes.
After standing there for a few minutes, Tang Yige barely calmed herself and headed upstairs.
Rong Sinan sat slightly hunched, his elbows resting on his thighs, hands clasped together.
Hearing the footsteps going upstairs, he didn’t lift his eyes to look at Tang Yige, his heart was in a painful turmoil as if being tortured.
She was so afraid of him!
...
Tang Yige changed into a red long dress and descended gracefully from upstairs, her face still a bit pale but no longer as panic-stricken as before, calm as usual.
Rong Sinan slowly lifted his head to look at her.
Tang Yige was inherently alluring, and the red doll-sleeve long dress made her look even more like a seductive fairy.
The doll sleeves at the cuffs added a touch of cuteness and elegance, which strangely blended perfectly with her own enchantment, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Rong Sinan’s gaze moved slightly, then stood up from the sofa.
Tang Yige’s wavy hair was tied at the nape of her neck with strands from both sides, fully revealing her stunning oval face.
She wasn’t wearing makeup, her face was pale, but her lips had a natural rosy hue, giving the illusion of light makeup.
Rong Sinan walked up to her, standing before her, his eyes soft and clear, "Got everything ready?"
"...What things?" Tang Yige was slightly startled and asked him.
"ID card, household registration book." Rong Sinan said.
Tang Yige pursed her lips, "The ID is in my bag, but I don’t have the household registration book here."
Rong Sinan frowned, remained silent for two seconds, and said, "Then we’ll go to the city public security bureau to get one printed."
"..." Saying it as if the city public security bureau is his family’s, printing like it’s nothing!
Tang Yige pursed her lips, said nothing, bypassed him and walked to the sofa, picked up the bag left there since yesterday, glanced at Rong Sinan, and silently headed toward the door.
Rong Sinan frowned, stood there for a few seconds, then followed her forward.
Tang Yige walked out the door, glanced at the flowerpot smashed by someone at the door, causing a sudden surge of irritability in her heart, she frowned tightly and glared back at Rong Sinan, "The flower..."
"I’ll compensate!" Before Tang Yige could explode, Rong Sinan said consciously.
"You made my door like this..."
"I’ll have someone come to clean it up." Rong Sinan said.
Tang Yige gritted her teeth, "Give me the keys!"
Rong Sinan handed the keys to her.
Tang Yige snatched them, her beautiful eyes blazing with fire. She glared at Rong Sinan for a few seconds, then snorted, turned around, and walked forward in a huff.
Rong Sinan watched Tang Yige walk towards the elevator. His thin lips slightly curled upward as he turned back to close the door, striding towards Tang Yige, who was glaring at him from inside the elevator.
Tang Yige’s face was pouty, and when she saw him approaching, she turned her eyes away in a huff.
...
After printing the household registration at the city public security bureau, they headed to the civil affairs bureau by car.
Tang Yige’s brow furrowed with countless worries, her chest felt blocked, unable to breathe smoothly.
Are they really going to keep making mistakes?
Just then, her phone rang.
Tang Yige shook her head, glanced at the household registration paper placed by Rong Sinan on the dashboard, pursed her lips, opened the bag on her lap, and took out her phone.
Without even looking at the caller ID, she answered the call.
"Sister Yi?"
A cautious and curious female voice slid through the phone.
Tang Yige was slightly stunned, took down the phone to take a look, and saw a string of unfamiliar numbers on the caller ID.
Tang Yige, puzzled, put the phone back to her ear, "Who is this?"
"Sister Yi, it’s Zhang Xu." Zhang Xu said softly.
"...Zhang Xu?" Tang Yige was taken aback.
"Yes, it’s me, Sister Yi. Am I disturbing you by calling now?" Zhang Xu asked.
Tang Yige glanced at Rong Sinan beside her, "No, you’re not. What’s the matter?"
Zhang Xu was silent for a moment, then said, "Sister Yi, you mentioned reopening the photo studio. Has it opened yet?"
Hearing Zhang Xu mention this, Yige recalled the promise she made to Zhang Xu to work at her studio.
And it’s been a few days since she made that promise without any follow-up. No wonder Zhang Xu called to ask.
Tang Yige raised her hand to rub her forehead and apologized, "Xiao Xu, I’m really sorry. I’ve been so busy lately that I forgot."
"It’s okay, Sister Yi. So, has your studio reopened?" Zhang Xu asked.
"...Not yet." Yige felt even more apologetic.
"...Oh." Although it was just one word, the disappointment was evident.
Tang Yige pursed her lips, "Xiao Xu, how about this? I’ll send you an address later, and you can come to the studio tomorrow. I’ll arrange some work for you, consider it your start date. Is that okay?"
"...Yes, yes." Zhang Xu’s voice brightened, sounding pleased.
Tang Yige also tugged her lips into a slight smile, "How are Aunt Zhang and Little Rui? Are they okay?"
Little Rui?
Upon hearing these two words, Rong Sinan’s gaze suddenly focused on Tang Yige, his eyes deep and his breath slightly held.
The intensity of someone’s sudden focus was too strong to ignore.
Even if Yige wanted to pretend she didn’t feel it, she couldn’t.
Trembling slightly, Yige furrowed her brows and looked towards Rong Sinan a bit vexed.
She thought.
Does he still think Little Rui is her son at this point?
"Ah, Sister Yi, you didn’t know?" Zhang Xu sounded surprised.
"...What?"
Sensing the change in Zhang Xu’s tone, Tang Yige’s breathing slightly sank. She withdrew her gaze from Rong Sinan, asking tensely.
"Little Rui had a high fever of 104 degrees yesterday. By the time we got to the hospital, he was already unconscious, and the fever hasn’t come down yet. My mom is at the hospital with Little Rui."
A high fever of 104 degrees, unconscious, and the fever hasn’t subsided?
Tang Yige’s entire heart tensed up.
Hearing that Rong Rui was hospitalized with a high fever, a surge of intense concern and panic filled her heart almost instinctively, "Xiao Xu, which hospital?"
"Linx Hospital."
Tang Yige didn’t even have time to respond to Zhang Xu before hanging up, looking at Rong Sinan, who was frowning in confusion. She said urgently, "I can’t go to the civil affairs bureau with you right now. If you don’t have anything else to do, could you please take me to Linx Hospital immediately? If you’re busy..."
However, before Tang Yige could finish her sentence, she felt the car suddenly take a sharp turn, heading quickly towards Linx Hospital.