Zhang Meiyu was still crying incessantly, perhaps with some component of tears of joy.
Tang Ye's three brothers all spoke well of Tang Zhongcheng.
Tang Yu said, "Mom, Dad was also deceived by bad people. He's a victim too. Please forgive him."
Tang Ye also said, "My dad made mistakes, but when you were in danger, he was willing to step in front of you and take a stab. Mom, for the sake of my dad's selfless actions, give him a chance."
Tang Xu also said, "Mom, my dad has already received his due punishment. You should give him a chance to atone."
Tang Zhongcheng was merely deceived by that vicious woman, Li Xue, and he had received his due punishment.
People always say that letting go of the past is letting go of yourself.
Looking to the future is the path to happiness.
Who wouldn't want a harmonious family?
Under the persuasion of her sons and Tang Zhongcheng's sincere attitude.
Zhang Meiyu's heart, however hard, softened because Tang Zhongcheng had taken a knife for her.
Zhang Meiyu slowly raised her head and looked at Tang Zhongcheng.
Then, she looked at Tang Xiaomin, who stood silently beside them.
Her eyes at that moment were cold, devoid of any warmth, and her expression gave no hint of her emotions.
Zhang Meiyu choked back a sob and said to Tang Xiaomin, "Xiaomin, can you forgive him?"
Forgive?
If she could let go and forgive, she wouldn't be standing here.
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaomin asked Zhang Meiyu expressionlessly.
"You ask this because you want me to forgive him, or rather, to forgive you both."
Between Zhang Meiyu and Tang Zhongcheng, it wasn't just about Li Xue, the mistress.
There was also Tang Xiaomin, an innocent victim of their immaturity.
At this moment, both Zhang Meiyu and Tang Zhongcheng looked at Tang Xiaomin with expectant eyes, hoping she would utter words of forgiveness.
"Heh."
Tang Xiaomin smiled and stood up.
"What happens with your family has nothing to do with me."
Her implication was that she was excluding herself from this family.
No matter how cunning Li Xue was, it was this couple who ultimately sent her away.
She had never forgotten how they treated her afterward.
Let her be petty.
Tang Xiaomin turned and walked away.
"Xiaomin, you still refuse to forgive us?" Zhang Meiyu said.
"Living with so much resentment, don't you find it exhausting?"
Zhang Meiyu had been truly exhausted during this time, which was why she spoke these words.
"Let go of your prejudices and make life easier," Zhang Meiyu said.
Clearly, she had decided to set aside her prejudices and forgive Tang Zhongcheng.
"There is much more between us than you know."
Tang Xiaomin left those words behind and walked away without looking back.
Her conscience remained, and so did her hatred.
Watching Tang Xiaomin's retreating back, Tang Ye shook his head helplessly.
"She insists on dwelling on the past. She's beyond help."
"Tang Ye, I forbid you to speak about her like that. She is the truly innocent one," Zhang Meiyu said.
"Li Xue is dead, but Xiaomin's life cannot be reclaimed. We are not in a position to judge her."
Tang Zhongcheng volunteered, "Meiyu, don't worry. I will sincerely apologize to Xiaomin. She will forgive us one day."
"It's all my fault. If she blames anyone, let it be me alone. I will never let her blame you, Meiyu."
Tang Zhongcheng vowed, seizing every opportunity to appease Zhang Meiyu.
Zhang Meiyu glared fiercely at Tang Zhongcheng.
"Fine, you said it yourself. If you can make Xiaomin forgive me, I will forgive you. Otherwise, even if you're cut into a thousand pieces, don't think about coming back home! You are the one who harmed the child!"
Tang Zhongcheng lowered his head in shame. All of this was his doing.
He could only accept it; he had nothing else to say.
Seeing their mother's softened attitude, Tang Ye and his brothers breathed a sigh of relief.
"Dad, you haven't fully recovered. The ground is cold. Please get up," Tang Ye said.
At this moment, Tang Zhongcheng dared not get up without Zhang Meiyu's permission.
Seeing this, Tang Ye looked at Zhang Meiyu again.
"Mom, please let Dad get up. He just had surgery on his stomach. He can't kneel like this for long."
Zhang Meiyu glared fiercely at Tang Zhongcheng.
"He deserves it. It's his own business if he kneels. What does it have to do with me?"
Zhang Meiyu's words still carried anger.
After Zhang Meiyu returned upstairs to rest.
Tang Zhongcheng finally got up from the ground with the help of Tang Ye and his brothers.
With Zhang Meiyu's temper, even if he knelt until his knees were raw, she wouldn't tell him to get up.
After helping Tang Zhongcheng up, Tang Xu took it upon himself to instruct Butler Wang.
"Butler Wang, prepare a room on the first floor. Dad will be living here from now on."
Hearing Tang Xu's words, Tang Zhongcheng thought, "This son was not born in vain."
And so, with Tang Xu's assistance, Tang Zhongcheng finally moved back into the Tang family villa.
...
As Tang Xiaomin left the Tang family, she cast a cold glance back.
They were all happy, but she felt deeply uncomfortable.
She went to the hospital, to Tang Yiyi's ward.
Tang Xu had investigated and found good news. How could she not let Tang Yiyi know?
When Tang Xiaomin arrived at the hospital, Tang Yiyi was washing her hands in the restroom.
When she suddenly looked up and saw Tang Xiaomin's reflection in the mirror, she screamed in fright.
"Ah!"
She turned around and looked at Tang Xiaomin warily.
"You... What do you want?"
Tang Yiyi's fear was written all over her face.
A smile played on Tang Xiaomin's lips. Then, she grabbed Tang Yiyi's hands, pulled them above her head, and pressed her against the mirror, glaring at her coldly.
The pose was quite awkward.
Because the edge of the sink pressed against Tang Yiyi's lower back, she leaned back slightly.
Her waist involuntarily arched forward.
"What are you doing? Let go of me!"
Tang Yiyi was terrified at this moment and struggled desperately.
But the grip of Tang Xiaomin's hands on her was like iron; she couldn't break free.
Under Tang Xiaomin's control, Tang Yiyi was like a little lamb, weak and powerless.
Seeing Tang Yiyi in this state, Tang Xiaomin's smile grew more wicked.
Without a word, she lifted Tang Yiyi's shirt with one hand.
Her fair palm grazed her waist.
Tang Yiyi trembled with fear at Tang Xiaomin's casual action, her legs going weak.
"What do you want? Let go!"
"Let go!"
"Hmph!"
Tang Xiaomin sneered.
"Screaming at the top of your lungs won't help anyone. Scream all you want."
Tang Yiyi was truly scared now, for she knew clearly that Tang Xiaomin was not a good person.
And she was exceptionally wicked.
Was she going to kill her here?
Tang Yiyi, realizing she couldn't break free, began to cry pitifully.
"Wuwu... wuwu... Let go of me..."
"Wuwu..."
She was crying.
Tang Xiaomin smiled again.
She grabbed her waist.
"Ah!"