Nangong Bo's face turned extremely ugly, and he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
"Ye Fengxing, what do you mean?"
"If you don't give Shanshan an explanation, you still have the nerve to make so many excuses for Ye Die. Do you take us for fools!"
"Shanshan, let's go. It's better not to marry a man like this. If you marry him, you'll only be wronged."
Nangong Shanshan said nothing and followed Nangong Bo away.
*Slap!*
After they left, Ye Fengxing slammed the table beside him.
"Well said, Nangong Shanshan, you really are ungrateful!"
Those beside him lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
...
As the New Year approached, Zhang Meiyu came to Xianfu Group to find Tang Xiaomin, carrying a bag.
At this moment, Tang Xiaomin was in the company lobby, distributing New Year's gifts to the employees of Xianfu Group.
However, she didn't do anything herself, just sat there, propping her chin and watching.
Tang Xiaomin was the first to see Zhang Meiyu.
"It's so cold, why are you here?"
Zhang Meiyu sized up the scene before her.
"Distributing New Year's gifts, it looks very nice."
"It's just some nuts and snacks, not anything good."
"Mmm."
Zhang Meiyu hesitated to speak several times before finally handing the bag in her hand to Tang Xiaomin.
"What is it?"
"This is a sweater I knitted for you. I spent half a month knitting it as a New Year's gift for you."
New Year's gift?
Knitted sweater?
What a strange thing!
Tang Xiaomin doubtfully took out the sweater and took a look.
It was actually a sweater with intricate patterns. The style was very ordinary, but it was extremely soft, very different from the machine-knitted sweaters sold in the market.
Tang Xiaomin couldn't quite grasp her feelings at the moment.
She grabbed Zhang Meiyu's hand and looked at it. On her left index finger, there were faint indentations.
Those were from pricking herself when she was first learning to knit and was clumsy.
She spent a lot of money on her hands to maintain them, keeping them smooth and delicate, like a young girl's hands.
Now, they had become rough, and wrinkles had appeared.
Zhang Meiyu withdrew her hand, her expression not showing any desire for praise.
"I know you don't lack money and don't like luxury goods, so I thought of knitting you a warm sweater as a token of my affection."
"Wear it if you like it, or just put it away if you don't."
"Since you're busy, I won't disturb you. I'll be going now."
Watching Zhang Meiyu's receding back, Tang Xiaomin's thoughts were in disarray.
Her abandonment and indifference had hurt her too deeply.
Now, she was repenting and making amends.
She had never knitted sweaters for her sons, but she had knitted one for her.
Constantly repeating a single action, unwavering.
What was it that supported her?
Tang Xiaomin fell silent.
When she got home from work, she suddenly felt very tired, even though she hadn't done anything that day, just sat in the lobby.
She plopped onto the sofa, tossing the bag onto the coffee table.
Zhou Xiaolan walked over.
"Xiaomin, you're home from work. My child, you bought me clothes again, didn't you?"
Tang Xiaomin occasionally bought clothes for her adoptive parents.
Zhou Xiaolan took it out and unfolded it, shaking her head.
"Why is it pink?"
"That's not right, this looks like it's for you to wear, doesn't it?"
Tang Xiaomin said lazily, "It's the sweater Zhang Meiyu knitted."
Zhang Meiyu didn't know that Tang Xiaomin disliked wearing sweaters.
She usually wore a base layer and a down jacket.
Zhou Xiaolan held the sweater against Tang Xiaomin, but it was hard to tell how it would look.
"Try it on, your mother knitted it herself, it's definitely suitable for you."
"I don't wear sweaters."
"Oh, just try it on, hurry and try it..."
Unable to refuse Zhou Xiaolan, Tang Xiaomin had to try it on.
Although the style wasn't particularly striking, it was indeed a good fit.
"It looks great, your mother is really thoughtful. Knitting this sweater must have taken a lot of effort, it's all her good intentions."
...
"I know you're still bothered by what happened before, but Xiaomin, your mother has apologized to you and is trying her best to make amends."
"Life is only a few decades long. The past years were missed due to misunderstandings and regrets. Don't let the future days also be filled with regret."
Tang Xiaomin pondered Zhou Xiaolan's words carefully.
She looked up at her curiously.
"Mom, why are you suddenly saying such sensible things today?"
"You child, I've lived most of my life, I understand more道理 than the salt I've eaten. You're good at everything, but sometimes you're too stubborn."
Tang Xiaomin thought to herself, she was already dead, wasn't she stubborn and unyielding?
It was almost New Year's, and the company was on holiday.
On the morning of New Year's Eve, Tang Xiaomin, with Yan Jue, brought a carload of New Year's goods to the rented house where Zhang Meiyu and others were temporarily living.
Tang Ye opened the door and saw Tang Xiaomin and Yan Jue. His whole body felt unwell, and his face immediately turned pale.
"You... you guys... what are you here for?"
"It's the New Year, aren't you going to..."
Are you going to kill them?
Tang Xiaomin rolled her eyes at Tang Ye.
"Weren't you very arrogant before? Now you're so timid, has your courage been scared away?"
Indeed, Tang Ye was now waking up from nightmares from time to time, acting like a neurotic.
Tang Xiaomin was holding gifts in her hand and said impatiently, "What are you standing there for? Let me in."
Tang Ye obediently moved aside.
It was a simple multi-bedroom apartment, with a small room, a small living room, and a small dining room.
The New Year's goods brought by Tang Xiaomin and Yan Jue filled the empty space in the living room, making it suddenly crowded.
"Xiaomin, why are you here all of a sudden?"
Zhang Meiyu happily came out from the kitchen, an apron tied around her waist, her face blooming with a smile.
"Why did you bring so many gifts?"
As she said this, Zhang Meiyu's expression clearly changed.
She was afraid that this was Tang Xiaomin's way of reciprocating the knitted sweater.
"It's the New Year today. We've booked New Year's Eve dinner at the hotel. We're here to pick you up and bring you some New Year's goods."
"Oh..."
Zhang Meiyu breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll go change. Wait for me."
Zhang Meiyu put on the clothes Tang Xiaomin had bought for her last time. When she came out, she saw Tang Ye still standing there and urged him.
"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and change!"
"Huh? Me?"
Tang Ye seemed to disbelieve it.
"Yes, go quickly!"
Tang Xiaomin, who was standing nearby, didn't say anything. After all, Tang Ye was no longer a threat. There was no need to pursue a defeated enemy.
The four of them went to the hotel together.
Tang Xiaomin's adoptive parents had already arrived and were waiting for them in the lobby.
With six people, it was quite lively.
"Did you hear? President Ye booked the most luxurious private room in this hotel. He's having New Year's Eve dinner with the Nangong family and will decide the wedding date. Everyone from the Ye family will be there."