Tang Xiaomin was speechless. Su Dan Novel Network
"Sending lilies to your room is because you like them. The flowers in Zhang Meiyu's room are jasmine or daisies."
With that, Tang Xiaomin threw the flower basket on the ground, stomped on it several times until it was a mess, and then kicked it onto the trash can, precisely hooking it on.
Xue Yi said angrily, "Tang Xiaomin, this is Miss Yiyi's kind gesture, how can you do this?"
Tang Xiaomin pointed at Xue Yi and cursed.
"You concubine should shut up. You say it as if you really care about Zhang Meiyu. You actually wish she would die."
"You!"
Xue Yi glared at Tang Xiaomin fiercely.
Then she looked at Tang Zhongcheng with a wronged expression.
"Mr. Tang, I really didn't mean that..."
"Enough!" Tang Zhongcheng suddenly roared.
"Who told you to come to the hospital! Get out! Get out immediately! You are never allowed to appear before her again!"
"Sir..."
Xue Yi looked wronged and wanted to say something more.
"Scram!"
...
Xue Yi dared not speak.
Tang Yiyi meekly said, "Mom probably doesn't want to see me. Then Aunt Xue and I will leave. Dad, you should also take care of yourself."
After speaking, Tang Yiyi and Xue Yi left the hospital together.
As soon as they left, the doctors in the intensive care unit became nervous.
Soon, seven or eight doctors gathered around Zhang Meiyu.
Zhang Meiyu had actually woken up.
The doctors slowly removed the tubes from her, and after observing for several more hours, they announced that she was out of danger and could be moved to a regular ward.
Tang Xiaomin informed her several brothers of the news, and not long after, they also rushed to the hospital.
The most excited person was undoubtedly Tang Zhongcheng.
After three days of looking dead, his eyes were now much brighter.
He hadn't been happy for long before Tang Xiaomin drove him away again.
"She's awake. For her condition to remain stable, you should leave quickly."
This time, Tang Zhongcheng did not insist.
He knew the root of the problem lay with him, so he quietly left the hospital.
At six in the evening, Zhang Meiyu was transferred to a regular ward.
Her sons were by her side, showering her with concern.
Zhang Meiyu's complexion was pale, and she gave a perfunctory nod to her sons' greetings.
"The doctor said I'm fine, so you don't need to worry about me too much."
Zhang Meiyu looked at Tang Xiaomin sitting on the sofa in the distance. Compared to her sons' worry for her, Tang Xiaomin seemed no different from usual.
During the three days she was unconscious, Zhang Meiyu had a terrible nightmare.
She dreamed that Tang Xiaomin died, alone in a cold hospital room.
She had a gruesome scar on her waist, and the blood staining the sheets. Tang Xiaomin's eyes were wide open, unclosed in death...
The dream was so real.
...
At nine in the evening, Zhang Meiyu was about to rest, and Tang Yu and the others also left the hospital one after another, leaving Tang Xiaomin to stay with Zhang Meiyu in the ward.
Tang Xiaomin sat on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, chatting with Yan Jue, deeply engrossed.
Zhang Meiyu looked at Tang Xiaomin's indifferent attitude towards her, and then remembered the nightmare she had, feeling a strange unease.
"Xiaomin, can you get me some water to wash my hands?"
Tang Xiaomin glanced at Zhang Meiyu, didn't say a word, put down her phone, and went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of water for her to wash her hands.
Normally, it was difficult to get Tang Xiaomin to do anything, but at this moment, she was surprisingly amenable.
After washing, she took the water to pour it out.
When she returned, she still didn't speak to Zhang Meiyu.
The ward remained silent.
Another half hour later, a young man, travel-worn, appeared in Zhang Meiyu's ward.
The person who arrived was Zhang Meiyu's fourth son, Tang Yan.
Tang Yan, 21 years old, was studying at MIT and loved racing cars. He was one of the few F1 racers in China.
At a young age, he was already involved in the research and development of electric vehicles for a well-known automotive company.
That electric car, upon its release, had pre-orders exceeding ten thousand units within a month.
Tang Yan was accomplished at a young age. Compared to his brothers, he was far more rebellious than any of them.
"Mom, how are you?"
Tang Yan's handsome face was filled with concern, the gem earring in his ear refracting light.
Seeing Tang Yan, this notorious troublemaker of the Tang family, and also the son she worried about the most, Zhang Meiyu smiled with joy.
In the Tang family, before Tang Yiyi fell out of favor, Tang Yan was the one Zhang Meiyu doted on the most.
"Why did you come back so suddenly?"
Tang Yan frowned.
"I said I wanted to come back earlier, but you wouldn't let me. If I were home, how could I let my father bully you?"
"I'm not like those brothers of mine, useless things that look good but do nothing."
Who could argue with that? With three sons present, they had let Zhang Meiyu be so angered by Tang Zhongcheng that she almost couldn't hold on.
Zhang Meiyu shook her head, "It's not your brothers' fault. This is between me and Tang Zhongcheng. It's also my fault for not being strong enough, making you worry."
"Mom, I'll go find him now and get you some justice!"
Tang Yan's posture suggested he was about to beat up Tang Zhongcheng.
Zhang Meiyu said, "Forget it. I plan to divorce him, and we'll go our separate ways from now on."
Tang Yan sighed.
"Mom, no matter what decision you make, I will support you."
...
Mother and son chatted for a while.
After a long pause, Tang Yan finally noticed Tang Xiaomin sitting on the sofa by the window.
Tang Yan couldn't stand this timid Tang Xiaomin at first sight.
"What are you standing there for? Go fetch some water to wash Mom's feet."
Tang Xiaomin glanced at Tang Yan, who, having just returned, was already bossing her around.
Tang Yan said coldly, "What are you waiting for?"
Seeing this, Zhang Meiyu quickly said, "Tang Yan, don't talk to your sister like that."
Tang Yan said grumpily, "Anyway, she's quite capable. The capable ones should do more work."
...
Tang Xiaomin smiled, said nothing, stood up, and walked into the bathroom again to fill a basin with water.
Halfway through, she called out sweetly, "Fourth Brother, can you come here for a moment?"
Tang Yan walked over without a second thought.
In the bathroom, Tang Xiaomin held a basin.
Their eyes met, and she didn't say anything, but smiled at Tang Yan.
Tang Yan said impatiently, "If you have something to say, say it quickly. If you have to fart, fart quickly."
Tang Xiaomin naturally had to satisfy his request.
The next second, with a splash, a basin of water was poured all over Tang Yan.
Caught off guard, Tang Yan was thoroughly soaked, his clothes completely wet.
He wiped the water from his face.
"Shit!"
"Tang Xiaomin, are you crazy!"
The next moment, Tang Xiaomin placed the basin on Tang Yan's head.
Tang Yan angrily threw the basin away, glaring fiercely at Tang Xiaomin.
"Are you sick? Don't think that just because you're a woman, I won't do anything to you."