Rong Qiao felt extrely awkward. She returned to her room and sat directly on the edge of the bed.
At that mont, the door to the room was pushed open... Song Rui walked in.
When Rong Qiao saw Song Rui, the sense of grievance inside her grew even stronger.
Song Rui, seeing her sowhat pitiful state, felt a rush of compassion in his heart.
He walked over and sat down, pulling her into his arms, "Don’t feel bad. Since she doesn’t want to recognize you, it doesn’t matter. Anyway, with such a nasty temperant, it’s better if you don’t associate as sisters."
Sothing occurred to Song Rui, and he sneered, "Thinking that a little bit of success allows her to not recognize her own family, such a selfish and cold-blooded person is bound to end up deserted by everyone eventually."
Rong Qiao hurriedly said in a low voice, "Don’t talk like that. My sister... she isn’t like that. She’s just..."
"Enough, stop speaking for her. Over these years, she hasn’t even bothered to make a single phone call to you, is it just because of what happened back then? Look at how petty she is... From now on, don’t be sad for her."
Song Rui was very angry. That woman... if she had any family affection in her heart at all, how could she not give any financial support when she was so rich?
Of course, they didn’t need that financial support at all; it was just a matter of attitude.
Rong Qiao was silent for a while, "...Okay, I’ll listen to you, but about Auntie..."
She wasn’t a fool. How could she not see how much Madam Song cared about the relationship between her and Rong Yan?
Judging from Rong Yan blocking her calls just now, Madam Song’s face was even darker than when she first entered the Song Family’s house.
"Forget what my mom thinks. You should just focus on taking care of your pregnancy! Don’t worry about anything else!"
After saying this, Song Rui stood up, "Rong Qiao, I have sothing to take care of first. I’ll co back later to keep you company!"
Rong Qiao opened her mouth, intending to ask when the two of them would go to get the marriage certificate, but ultimately, she swallowed the words.
She just nodded, "Okay!"
Only after Song Rui had left the room did she reveal an expression of distress.
Originally, they had agreed to get the certificate the day after they returned, but it had been postponed for several days.
This kind of issue, she should ask only once. To ask more would truly be inappropriate.
She couldn’t help but touch her belly... her gaze shifting from confusion to resolute determination.
...
Rong Yan was very busy every day, unable to spare attention for soone who, to her, was insignificant.
But the person in front of her, she really couldn’t refuse.
"Yanyan, you’ve been working for so long, when can you get off work? I’m mainly worried about you getting hungry. That would pain my heart."
Rong Yan: ...
Could he not say that last part? It was giving her goosebumps.
Could a grown man not use a normal tone? Did he have to be so clingy and sticky?
However, she still glanced at the ti display in the bottom right corner of the computer... it was already 6:30 PM.
That indeed was past dinner ti.
"Alright, I’ll pack up."
She closed her laptop and tidied her desk.
Qin Ye got her bag and coat first.
"Let’s go!"
His beaming smile made his whole deanor less stern.
The two had t three years ago in the country M. It was Rong Yan’s first trip abroad, and unexpectedly, she encountered Qin Ye being chased. At the ti, she did not know why, but she ended up helping him.
It turned out she had saved a clingy pest.
After being pursued for more than two years, their relationship was confird a year ago.
However, they hadn’t gone public yet, and they hadn’t even t each other’s parents.
After Qin Ye’s persistent coaxing, Rong Yan agreed to et the family at Old Sir Qin’s birthday banquet this coming Saturday...
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