"Master, where do you live? I'll take you home."
Home?
He once had a home, but he destroyed it with his own hands.
"I don't have a home anymore."
The passerby thought for a moment and asked, "Excuse me, which temple are you from?"
"Changhu Temple."
The kind person took Tang Zhongcheng back to the temple.
Because of prolonged exposure to the cold in the snow, Tang Zhongcheng contracted a severe cold and was admitted to the hospital. Su Dan Fiction Network
Others had family members to care for them, but he was alone by his sickbed, as if forgotten by the world, a desolate scene.
He wanted to tell Tang Yu that with him ill, his sons might show him some concern.
But then he remembered Zhang Meiyu, who was critically ill. He picked up his phone and put it down, picked it up and put it down, but in the end, he couldn't make the call.
At this time, she needed her children by her side more than anyone.
As the saying goes, a wicked person lives for a thousand years.
He had a fever of nearly forty degrees, but after only two days in the hospital, the doctor announced that Tang Zhongcheng could be discharged.
Hospitalized alone, discharged alone.
His life was like a walking dead man.
He walked to the hospital entrance and looked at the bustling crowd, standing there like a wooden dummy for a long time.
Then, he suddenly turned back to the hospital to do something whimsical.
He had a check-up to see if his condition was compatible with Zhang Meiyu's.
After the sample was collected, they just had to wait for the results in three days.
...
At Xianfu Group, Lu Xing had returned.
"Miss Tang, Director Yan sent me back to handle the company's affairs so that you don't have to work so hard and can have a good Chinese New Year."
Tang Xiaomin tapped her pen on the desk, her brow furrowed slightly at the words.
"Did he say anything else to you?"
Lu Xing thought for a moment, then suddenly had an idea.
"Oh, I remember. Director Yan also said that he would come back to spend the Chinese New Year with you after he finishes dealing with that mess."
"Anything else?"
"Uh... nothing else."
...
Zhang Meiyu didn't have much time left, but she was still concerned about her lifelong commitment.
Tang Xiaomin thought about holding the engagement banquet right after the Chinese New Year.
But Yan Jue didn't mention it or bring it up.
She couldn't possibly bring up such a matter herself, could she?
If he doesn't have this awareness, what kind of a useless man is he.
Tang Xiaomin thought about it more and more and felt he was unreliable, but she couldn't say it directly.
So, she put on a long face, got up, and left in a huff.
Lu Xing noticed Tang Xiaomin's anger and dared not provoke her at this time.
"I didn't say anything wrong, why is she angry?"
"A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, impossible to guess."
...
With organ failure, Zhang Meiyu's condition deteriorated day by day.
She used to take two pills at a time, but now she needed three.
Tang Xiaomin had planned to go skiing with friends, but she stayed home to accompany Zhang Meiyu.
She personally took care of Zhang Meiyu's meals three times a day. After all, she wouldn't have many more opportunities to eat her cooking.
Eating the food Tang Xiaomin made, a satisfied expression appeared on Zhang Meiyu's pale face.
"Xiaomin, you cook so well, any man who marries you would be blessed for several lifetimes.
"But you must remember, even if you get married, you absolutely cannot be a housewife. A woman who loses herself will not gain a man's respect."
"Also, in the future, when you have children, you can't constantly revolve around them, let alone live your life as a nanny..."
...
She rambled on, saying a lot, a lot, all of it based on her decades of experience.
Tang Xiaomin didn't argue; no matter what Zhang Meiyu said, she nodded and agreed.
She didn't have many more opportunities to listen to her nagging.
...
Suddenly, someone visited and delivered several beautifully packaged red boxes.
Wang Na thought it was something Tang Xiaomin had bought, so she had them put down.
She shouted upstairs, "Xiaomin, there's something for you."
Tang Xiaomin said in surprise, "I haven't bought anything recently, so it's not mine."
The weak Zhang Meiyu suddenly said, "They're finally here. Xiaomin, come down and see."
Carefully helping Zhang Meiyu to the living room, Zhang Meiyu immediately went straight to the red boxes and touched them.
Her hands, with prominent veins, formed a stark contrast with the exquisite red boxes, giving an incongruous impression at first glance.
Each item was expensive, yet her hands were as white and tender as a young girl's.
"Mom, what is this?" Tang Xiaomin asked curiously.
Zhang Meiyu opened a box, and a splash of red met her eyes.
"Xiaomin, take it out and see."
"Okay."
It looked like a piece of clothing. After Tang Xiaomin took it out, the full picture of the garment was revealed.
It was a meticulously crafted and complex bright red wedding dress.
Zhang Meiyu opened another box. This time, it was an exquisitely beautiful phoenix coronet.
Wang Na's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, "This is a phoenix coronet and cape! For a wedding!"
Zhang Meiyu nodded.
"This is what I prepared for Xiaomin to wear when she gets married. Several embroiderers worked on it for months."
"The boxes over there contain a Western-style wedding dress for the engagement party. That way, we have both Chinese and Western styles."
Without Tang Xiaomin's knowledge, Zhang Meiyu had already made arrangements in advance.
The phoenix coronet and cape exuded a visible opulence and preciousness at first glance, especially the coronet, which had once fetched tens of millions of yuan at auction.
The box containing the wedding dress was as tall as a person. Wang Na stepped forward and recognized the brand of the wedding dress at a glance.
"This is 'One Life, One World'... a brand exclusively for foreign royalty, and each client can only customize one dress. Those without sufficient assets are not eligible."
"Mom, how did you get this wedding dress?" Wang Na asked with an envious expression.
She hadn't had her wedding yet, and the most romantic ceremony of her life was filled with beautiful fantasies.
Zhang Meiyu stepped forward and personally opened the box as tall as a person, revealing a pure white wedding dress.
Unlike the gaudy designs found on the market, this wedding dress was a strapless style. Although simple, it exuded a solemn beauty of nobility and purity.
It was more than enough to wear to an engagement party, let alone a wedding.
"I know the wife of the brand's founder, and she made an exception to customize this one for me."
"This... must have cost a lot of money."
Although Zhang Meiyu was wealthy, the phoenix coronet and cape, along with this luxurious wedding dress, would cost a substantial sum.
"Xiaomin's marriage is a big event; no amount of money is too much. Although the Tang family is not what it used to be, I must see my daughter married gloriously."
Inspired by the wedding attire, Zhang Meiyu was eager to see Tang Xiaomin get married.
"Xiaomin, hurry and try on this wedding dress and the wedding gown," Zhang Meiyu said.
Her eyes, lacking their usual weakness, became bright.
Looking at the magnificent wedding attire before her, Tang Xiaomin felt no joy or happiness in this scene.