Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 713 - 10: She Isn’t Naive Enough to Think She’s Dreaming Again

Chapter 713: Chapter 10: She Isn’t Naive Enough to Think She’s Dreaming Again

Tang Yige stared at her mercilessly, word by word, "If you want to perish together with me, go ahead!"

Tang Ruan couldn’t control the pallor spreading across her face, and she moved her lips as if to say something. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

But Yige didn’t give her the chance. She squinted at Fu Mulan standing behind her, then turned to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and got in.

The last look Yige gave Fu Mulan made Tang Ruan’s heart suddenly sink.

Fu Mulan watched the taxi Yige was in drive away before she stepped up to Tang Ruan’s side, looking at her, "Miss Tang saw us meet today; what if she..."

"No, she won’t!"

Tang Ruan lowered her eyes, clenching her fist, and said with a heavy breath, "Just because she saw us meet once, to think we’re plotting something, that’s impossible! Besides, things have reached this point; I can’t abandon halfway. Watching her belly grow day by day, the child will be born in another three or four months. How can I, how can I let her give birth to those two monstrosities! Absolutely not!"

The more Tang Ruan spoke, the more agitated she became.

Fu Mulan’s expression was indifferent, "Actually, it’s not too late to call off the plan now."

"Call it off?" Tang Ruan stared at her sharply, her gaze sinister and manic, "You and I are already grasshoppers on the same rope; we have no choice but to see the plan through! Don’t forget, if the plan succeeds, you are the biggest beneficiary!"

Fu Mulan’s face had gone a bit pale, "But, but..."

"No buts!" Tang Ruan snapped, veins bulging on her face, "Proceed with everything as planned!"

With those words thrown over her shoulder, Tang Ruan left without looking back.

Fu Mulan stood in place, watching Tang Ruan walk away, slowly narrowing her eyes, her lips curling coldly as she turned and left.

...

Sitting in the taxi back to the studio, Tang Yige was not as calm as she appeared in front of Tang Ruan.

Their stance earlier clearly intended to drive her out of Z City.

They even enlisted Rong Sinan to defend them, so whether or not she committed that act, as long as Shengge intervened, things that never happened could easily become true.

If that’s the case.

How could they easily give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to drive her out of Z City?

Tang Yige thought for a long time but couldn’t figure it out!

...

This month seemed destined to be full of events.

Not long after the diamond scandal, Jin Jumo’s grandfather had an incident. He had been saved but passed away after just two days.

Hardly half a month had passed since Jin Jumo’s grandfather’s funeral when Jin Jumo was in a car accident, claiming three lives with one!

When she first heard the news, Tang Yige was completely in disbelief!

How could such a vibrant life simply disappear?

Tang Yige didn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it!

During that time, Tang Yige locked herself in the studio day after day, changing the curtains to black cloth, and the sheets and bedding to black as well.

From daylight to darkness, the curtains were never opened.

Tang Yige felt the air around her was as oppressive and stifling as the black color itself.

She felt as though she had returned to the time when her child suddenly departed from her body.

She was filled with despair towards this world!

Tang Yige kept herself shut in the studio for a good half a month.

Late at night.

In the serene and desolate studio, it was pitch black, obscuring any sight.

Steady footsteps shuffled from downstairs.

The footsteps moved onto the stairs, making muffled sounds.

Reaching upstairs, those legs seemed to have eyes that could pierce through the night, skillfully turning their toes, heading for the black bed.

Yige wrapped herself in the quilt, curling up into a ball.

She seemed to have entered a nightmare world, lightly trembling inside the quilt, murmuring something.

The soft bed sank downward.

"I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy, don’t lock me up, don’t lock me up, I beg you, I beg you... sob... don’t lock me up..."

In the empty and silent room resonated the helpless and frightened sobs of a woman.

The shadow sitting at the bedside stiffened slightly.

"No... don’t give me injections, I won’t take medicine, I’m not sick, really I’m not sick... sob..."

The shadow rigidly held, staring at the little trembling figure on the bed amidst the dense night.

"Sob..."

The woman cried and cried, her sobs soft and plaintive, low and tender, like fingers plucking the strings of a heart.

Ultimately, he couldn’t suppress his inner demons.

The shadow slowly lay down beside Yige, reaching out, hugging her tightly through the quilt.