In the hospital.
Tang Xu was still bandaged like a mummy. At his current state, even if they sent him to prison, the prison wouldn't want such a burden.
After Tang Xiaomin and Zhang Meiyu walked in, Tang Xiaomin plopped down on a sofa in the corner.
Zhang Meiyu looked at Tang Xu with a heart full of concern, her eyes immediately welling up with tears.
She had many things she wanted to say to Tang Xu – reprimands, advice, words of care.
But the words turned into a sigh as they reached her lips.
"Alas, you're already this old, and you still..."
"What can I say about you?"
"I stewed some soup for you. Let me serve it and feed you a little."
Zhang Meiyu didn't ask Tang Xu how he ended up in this state, she just quietly served the soup.
Tang Xu kept glancing at Tang Xiaomin from the corner of his eye, not saying a word.
Tang Xiaomin felt Tang Xu's gaze and shot him a look of disdain.
To her surprise, Tang Xu didn't look away, still staring at her with a strange expression.
Could there be something on her face?
She took out her phone and checked her face. There was nothing.
Putting away her phone, she said coldly, "Why are you looking at me?" Her tone was very unpleasant, showing extreme disgust towards Tang Xu.
Tang Yu and Zhang Meiyu didn't say anything either. After all, Tang Xu had committed heinous crimes.
If it were them, they wouldn't have a good word to say to Tang Xu either.
After a long while, Tang Xu finally spoke.
"I'm really surprised you came to see me."
Seeing Tang Xiaomin frown, Zhang Meiyu was about to reveal the truth, but quickly interrupted.
"Drink the soup first. It'll be less tasty if it gets cold. Here."
Zhang Meiyu personally spoon-fed Tang Xu the soup, patiently blowing on each spoonful, afraid of scalding him.
Tang Xiaomin and Zhang Meiyu didn't stay long. After feeding him, they asked the doctor about the date of Tang Xu's next surgery.
They left Tang Yu to take care of him in the hospital and returned.
In the car, Zhang Meiyu received a phone call and felt helpless.
"Your maternal uncle's 60th birthday is in a few days. He just called to inform me. He said he hasn't met you yet. You'll come with me to meet the elders that day."
Maternal uncle?
Tang Xiaomin thought of someone.
"Is it Zhang Guo'er's father?"
"Yes. Speaking of which, Guo'er seems to be in the same school as you."
Tang Xiaomin drove, looking ahead with a cold smile.
Zhang Guo'er wasn't just in the same school as her; they had a history.
"You never went when they invited you before. Why do you suddenly want to go this time?"
Why go?
It was because Zhang Meiyu's marriage had failed, and she was unhappy.
At times like these, people would reminisce about their happy childhoods, and Zhang Meiyu was no exception.
"I want to take you to see where I grew up, and let my maternal family get to know you."
"Okay."
Tang Xiaomin agreed to Zhang Meiyu.
When Tang Xiaomin arrived at Xianfu Group to find Yan Jue, the office was abuzz with conversation.
"Yiren, you're finally here! I've missed you so much, I've finally been waiting for this day."
"Come on, you're just waiting for me to come help you with work."
"You know me best. You'll have to share more of my burden from now on. I can only rely on you, Yiren."
"If the price is right, we can talk."
"Talking about money spoils our friendship."
"Even close brothers keep accounts clear, let alone we're just friends and colleagues."
...
Tang Xiaomin pushed the door open.
In the office at that moment, a young woman with a similar build to Tang Xiaomin was standing in front of Yan Jue's desk with Zhong Li and Lu Xing, chatting animatedly.
"Yiren!"
Tang Xiaomin called out to her excitedly.
Meng Yiren, from the Underworld's Reincarnation Department, was responsible for sending Forgetfulness Water to lost souls to clear their memories for reincarnation.
Meng Yiren turned her head abruptly. Seeing Tang Xiaomin, her face lit up with joy.
Bowing her head slightly, she respectfully greeted Tang Xiaomin.
"Your Majesty, it's been a long time. You're more beautiful than ever."
Tang Xiaomin stepped forward and gave Meng Yiren a big hug.
"You're still so polite. Don't call me Your Majesty anymore. Just call me Xiaomin."
Meng Yiren's handsome little face furrowed slightly.
"How can that be? We must not lose our etiquette and break the rules."
Meng Yiren was still so meticulous, never neglecting formalities, which made Tang Xiaomin feel helpless.
"This isn't the Underworld. Just call me Miss Tang, like Zhong Li and the others."
"Yes, Miss Tang."
"Let's go, let's go! We'll go to a hotel for a big meal to welcome you."
Tang Xiaomin suggested, and they immediately headed to the hotel.
With a familiar face finally here, Tang Xiaomin became enthusiastic and drank a little more. Su Dan Novel Network.
After the meal, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy.
Yan Jue, who was by her side, frowned slightly as he saw her let down her guard after drinking.
"Minmin, you've had too much to drink. I'll take you outside to sober up."
Without waiting for Tang Xiaomin's consent, he helped her away.
Meng Yiren said with a half-smile, "Their relationship is still as good as ever. President Yan still likes to get jealous over the slightest thing."
Zhong Li chimed in, "President Yan said they'll get married in three years. Miss Tang has already agreed, and they're finally going to make it official."
"So, you finally won her over? It really wasn't easy. I thought Miss Tang would take at least another ten years to relent."
"Hey, you wouldn't understand. Even if her heart were made of stone, she couldn't withstand President Yan's burning passion and sincere devotion."
...
After the banquet, Meng Yiren, accompanied by Zhong Li, went sightseeing in Shanghai.
On the edge of the hotel's top floor.
Tang Xiaomin leaned her head on Yan Jue's shoulder, feeling the cool summer breeze.
Yan Jue looked up at the starry sky, a growing sense of unease overwhelming him.
"Minmin, I always feel like something in the sky is watching us."
Tang Xiaomin, feeling a bit tipsy, looked at the starry sky and naturally thought of modern technology.
"There are satellites in the sky, they can see everything. It's not just them watching the two of us."
Even so, Yan Jue remained uneasy.
He had usurped the Underworld, driving away the previous Yama.
But the position of Yama was not to be held lightly.
He had a great tribulation to endure. Only after passing it would he truly be the rightful Yama.
If he couldn't withstand it, he would perish.
At that time, not only would he be finished, but Tang Xiaomin would also be unable to escape the destiny of reincarnation.
"Minmin, if one day I suddenly disappear, and you can't find me, what would you do?"
Hearing this, Tang Xiaomin's nerves suddenly tensed, and she asked seriously, "What do you mean by that?"
"You... what are you trying to do? Are you tired of me? Do you want to take a break from each other?"
Seeing Tang Xiaomin about to explode, Yan Jue felt a dull ache in his heart.
It seemed he couldn't let her know about that matter, or she would overthink it.
How could he bear to see her uneasy and go to bed with a heavy heart?
"No, I was just hypothesizing."
"After all, I've always been the one making the first move. I just wanted to know my place in your heart."