Chapter 934: Chapter 165: Love That Cuts to the Bone

Rong Sinan immediately held tightly, pulling Tang Yige out of the car.

Standing next to Rong Sinan, Tang Yige looked at Rong Sinan with confusion.

She couldn’t understand why he had brought her here.

"Let’s go."

Rong Sinan wrapped Yige’s hand, giving her a gentle smile, then embraced Rong Rui with one arm, and held her hand as they walked towards the photo studio.

From behind, the three of them.

No one would think that these three were not a family.

...

The elevator reached the floor where Yige’s old photo studio was located.

Tang Yige looked towards the direction of the studio, feeling inexplicably a little nervous.

Rong Sinan looked down, his gaze soft as he cast a glance at Yige, his lips slightly curved, pulling her out of the elevator and walking straight towards the studio.

When they arrived at the door, Rong Sinan didn’t let go of Yige’s hand, but bent down slightly and put Rong Rui down.

He fished out a key from his pocket and unlocked the studio door.

However, Rong Sinan didn’t push the door open. Instead, holding Little Fatty’s small hand, he stepped back to the side, slowly releasing Yige’s hand, and softly said, "Open the door."

Tang Yige stared at Rong Sinan in shock, "You didn’t, you didn’t buy my studio, did you?"

Rong Sinan curved his lips, gave Tang Yige a knowing look, raised his beautifully chiseled chin, and said softly, "Go on, open it."

"..." Tang Yige bit her lip, slowly turned her head, and stared at the closed door for a while. Then, taking a deep breath, she reached out and pushed the door open hard.

As the door opened, the scene that suddenly flooded her vision made Yige’s lips part in surprise.

Her legs involuntarily stepped inside.

The previously messy downstairs space, where she used to live, had been completely refurbished and reorganized.

On the left, there was a series of small cubicles, clearly forming a small open office space.

On the right, it was divided into three small rooms: a tea room, a lounge, and an office.

These three rooms were separated by transparent glass material, and the office, facing the open office area and the adjacent lounge, had rollable curtains on both sides of the glass.

Tang Yige’s heart pounded wildly as she stood in the center, holding her breath as she looked upstairs.

Upstairs, two more windows had been opened, making it much brighter.

The second floor, which she had originally used as a bedroom, had also been transformed into an independent office space.

There was a desk, a sofa, a filing cabinet, and all the facilities an office should have.

Tang Yige bit her lower lip, thinking she was dreaming, she forcefully closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the scene in front of her was just as she had seen before.

Her eyes suddenly heated up as Tang Yige turned around, her eyes lightly trembling with restrained emotion, staring at Rong Sinan who was still standing at the door.

Rong Sinan stood there like an elegant gentleman, his eyes tenderly watching Tang Yige.

The more Tang Yige bit her lower lip, the more it felt like there was a fire burning in her eyes, hot and unbearable.

Rong Sinan sighed softly and led Rong Rui inside.

Seeing him walking step by step towards her, something seemed to be swirling in her eyes.

Rong Sinan stopped in front of her, picking up a stray lock of her hair and tucking it behind her ear, "Do you like it?"

Tang Yige felt like her throat was bubbling, taking a deep breath, she looked at him with reddened eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "What is this?"

Rong Sinan stared deeply at her, "I know you’ve always wanted to reopen the studio."

"So?" Tang Yige’s voice became even huskier.

"I said I would help you with what you’ve not achieved or completed," Rong Sinan said.

Tang Yige pursed her lips, "And why do you want to help me?"

Rong Sinan quietly gazed at Tang Yige’s flushed eyes for a few seconds, his thin lips curling into a smile, "Because I want to."

"Hmph~~~"

Tang Yige sniffed her nose.

Rong Sinan took her hand, his thumb gently pinching her soft hand, "Your sewing room and photography room have also been remodeled. Do you want to take a look?"

Tang Yige glanced at his hand holding hers, and softly said, "What’s mine. I’ve already sold this place, it doesn’t belong to me anymore."

Rong Sinan, as if in punishment, squeezed one of Yige’s fingers a bit tighter, snorting softly, "What’s mine is yours."

"We have no relation... Why should I take what’s yours?" Tang Yige muttered, looking down.

Rong Sinan twitched his mouth, lightly frowning, "Being coy now?"

Tang Yige curved her lips, still keeping her head down, "Of course. There’s nothing between us, why should I accept such a big favor from you?"

Rong Sinan’s brow furrowed tightly, saying nothing, just staring heavily at Yige.

He had to admit, Yige being so distant with him made him quite frustrated!

Tang Yige withdrew her hand from his.

Bending down, she picked up Rong Rui who was standing next to Rong Sinan’s long legs and left directly.

Rong Sinan, "..."

He turned to look at Yige’s retreating figure carrying Rong Rui, his eyes dark with complexity.

He had initially thought that bringing her here and showing her all this would make her happy.

And at first, he did see the surprise in her eyes.

But he hadn’t expected... she would refuse his gesture.

Her rejection of his gift—did it signify that she hadn’t truly opened up her heart to accept him?

Rong Sinan pressed his thin, cool lips into a line, standing in the empty photo studio for a few minutes before closing his eyes heavily, locking up the studio and leaving.

...

When Rong Sinan walked out of the studio, Tang Yige and Rong Rui were already in the car.

Rong Sinan looked through the window of the backseat, seeing Tang Yige inside the car, smiling warmly at Rong Rui, his mouth pulled into a bitter smile.

Rong Sinan was now in a gloomy state.

So much so that he didn’t notice the significant improvement in Tang Yige’s mood since they had come to the studio.

From the time they left the hospital, Tang Yige hadn’t spoken a word the entire way.

Unlike now, she was holding Rong Rui and smiling tenderly.

Tang Yige had seen Rong Sinan the moment he walked out of the studio, and her beautiful eyes were now smiling more deeply, her lips curling upwards, holding a trace of sweetness in their gentle curve.

After leaving the villa, it was already nine-thirty, and after the hospital visit and then the studio, it was nearing noon.

Realizing that the three of them hadn’t had a meal together alone yet.

So Rong Sinan suggested having lunch outside.

Tang Yige had no objections.

Since Tang Yige had no objections, that naturally meant the little one had none either.

Then, Yige called Zhang Lan, informing her that they wouldn’t be home for lunch and not to prepare for them.

Afterwards, Rong Sinan took Yige and Little Rui to Yu Xiangju.

...

In a private room at Yu Xiangju.

Rong Sinan skillfully ordered, and every dish he chose was according to Yige’s and Rong Rui’s tastes.

After he finished ordering, he asked Yige and Rong Rui if they wanted anything else, and both shook their heads, indicating they were quite satisfied with his choices.

Rong Sinan raised an eyebrow and handed the menu to the waiter.

A few seconds after the waiter left, Rong Rui suddenly clutched his little tummy, slipping off the chair, "Little Gege, I need to poop."

As soon as Tang Yige heard, she was about to get up from the chair.

But Rong Sinan was faster, "I’ll take him."

Rong Sinan quickly stood up, took two big steps to reach Rong Rui, picked him up, and strode out the door.

Tang Yige watched Rong Sinan carry Rong Rui out, her lips couldn’t help but twitch slightly.

Not long after Rong Sinan left with Rong Rui, a bold but not seductive female voice suddenly came from outside the private room.

Since Rong Sinan hadn’t closed the room door when he left with Rong Rui, Tang Yige heard it very clearly.

"What’s wrong with you? I’ve come all the way from Germany to this foreign city for you, what more do you want from me?"

Hearing this, Tang Yige raised her eyebrows.

From the way this lady spoke, it seemed like she was saying: I’ve sacrificed so much for you, left my home and compromised so much, why can’t you be nicer to me?

Although it was bold, it sounded a bit pitiful as well.

"Did I ask you to follow me?"

The man’s voice was low and hard, even mixed with some displeasure and impatience.

"Why do you always say things that hurt me? I don’t owe you anything."

The woman’s voice was even more filled with grievance, her throat catching a bit as if choking on a sob.

"Lu Siyu, Miss Lu, we aren’t familiar, stop bothering me, or don’t blame me for being rude!"

The man said fiercely.

Tang Yige, "..." blinked.

She suddenly felt that this voice sounded so familiar.