Zhang Meiyu said, "You all go out. I have a few words to say to Xiaomin alone."
After everyone left, the ward was quiet.
Zhang Meiyu leaned on the hospital bed, while Tang Xiaomin stood by the window, gazing at the scenery outside.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly."
This cold attitude made Zhang Meiyu feel a pang of bitterness.
"Xiaomin, are you still unwilling to forgive me?"
"Forgive me for what? What did you do wrong?" Tang Xiaomin retorted.
People fear silence the most, for it forces them to confront their truest selves.
At this moment, Zhang Meiyu recalled the scene of Tang Xiaomin's birth.
"When you were born, I endured labor for two days, experiencing various dangers that nearly cost me my life. Do you even remember your birthday?"
"You were born in an yin year, an yin month, an yin day, and an yin hour. Your birth date and time indicate extreme yin."
"It was the third day after your birth when I finally woke up. I couldn't get out of bed for half a month, and I lost nearly half my life."
Tang Xiaomin looked at the distant scenery, her eyes seemingly unfocused.
"So, I harmed you. It's only right that you hate me, abandon me, or even kill me, isn't it?" Tang Xiaomin said in a voice devoid of warmth.
Birds of a feather flock together; what was the difference between her and the heartless, unrighteous, and hypocritical Tang Zhongcheng?
However.
Zhang Meiyu's eyes reddened, her face full of regret.
"No, I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. You were just an infant who couldn't even decide when you were born."
"It was me, I wrongly believed a fortune teller and declared you a 'star of doom.' It was all my fault."
"Xiaomin, can you forgive your mother? Our lives are long ahead. I will definitely make it up to you. Please, give your mother a chance to atone."
Zhang Meiyu's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Tang Xiaomin with sincere emotion.
She hoped that Tang Xiaomin could let go of the past and forgive her.
It was truly foolish of her, to be deceived.
If this were her previous life, and Zhang Meiyu said these words to Tang Xiaomin,
Perhaps she would have forgiven her.
But not now.
She was dead.
Killed by the entire Tang family.
Tang Xiaomin looked at Zhang Meiyu and said expressionlessly,
"Some mistakes can be forgiven, some cannot."
"Just as you won't forgive Tang Zhongcheng, I won't forgive you either."
"Xiaomin, this is different..."
"It is different. Your self-awareness of your mistakes is far from sufficient."
"I already know I was wrong, Xiaomin. Must you keep clinging to past events?"
Tang Xiaomin used Zhang Meiyu's own words to answer her.
"Didn't you also hold onto Tang Zhongcheng's misdeeds? If you can't forgive Tang Zhongcheng's mistakes and the harm he caused you, why should you demand forgiveness for the harm you caused me?"
Tang Xiaomin's words struck Zhang Meiyu to the core.
Yes, she could not forgive Tang Zhongcheng.
Tang Xiaomin felt the same way, unable to let go and unable to forgive herself.
Tang Xiaomin left.
In the hospital corridor, Tang Ye saw Tang Xiaomin leaving and said indignantly,
"It's one thing for you to disobey Mom normally, but she's sick now, and you don't even care. Are you even human?"
"If it weren't for my inconvenience in taking care of Mom, I wouldn't be relying on you!"
These words reminded Tang Xiaomin of Tang Yiyi.
In her previous life, when they forced her to donate a kidney to Tang Yiyi,
Tang Ye had also said that if they matched Tang Yiyi, he would not hesitate to donate a kidney.
Tang Xiaomin smiled at Tang Ye.
"Tang Yiyi lives off the Tang family, eats from the Tang family, and lives in the Tang family's house. Now that Zhang Meiyu is sick, she can take care of her and repay her kindness."
"You're not saying this to Tang Yiyi, but coming to me. Do you perhaps still care about her and resent her having to work hard?"
Seeing that they were about to argue, Tang Yu intervened.
"Both of you, say less. I've already had Yiyi's examination done, and the results should be out in a few days."
"If Xiaomin doesn't want to take care of Mom, hiring a caregiver is fine. Just calm down."
Tang Xiaomin snorted and left the hospital directly.
Xianfu Group.
On the top floor, in a luxurious office that occupied the entire floor, Yan Jue constantly glanced at the projected images of villas flashing by.
When Tang Xiaomin asked him to buy a villa, he immediately became engrossed in the selection process.
He had looked all day but found nothing he liked.
"These houses are either too small or not grand enough. Aren't there any more expensive, more high-end options?"
Lu Xing's forehead creased.
It wasn't that there weren't any. The main issue was that they were newcomers, and they had just acquired another company. Their business was just starting, and they didn't have that much spare cash.
Furthermore, there were indeed no houses in the vicinity that satisfied President Yan.
Given his taste, it had to be castle-level.
Lu Xing bore all the pressure alone.
"President Yan, why don't you design a castle yourself? We can hire a construction company to build it. That would truly show your thoughtfulness."
A spark flashed in the man's dim eyes.
"Not bad, you're worthy of being my strategist. But that will take a lot of time, won't it? What if Minmin can't wait?"
"How could that be? She'll surely be happy when she knows your idea."
Yan Jue nodded, still feeling it wasn't quite right.
"Let's buy her a villa first, and then build a castle."
Lu Xing: ...
Ten thousand alpacas stampeded in his heart.
Unable to bear it any longer, he said,
"President Yan, no matter what we do, it costs money. We should go and build our business and earn money. We can't lose to anyone named Ye."
"Isn't it just a negotiation? Tell me the lowest price, and I'll show you what negotiation is."
And so, for the sake of money, he rushed off to meet clients.
...
A day later, Tang Xiaomin received a design drawing.
Upon seeing the final signature, she couldn't help but be slightly shocked.
It was because the name was Yan Jue.
A few seconds later, the phone rang.
"Minmin, have you seen the design drawing?"
"I have. Did you draw it?"
"Of course, I drew it for you. You can move in within a hundred days."
Tang Xiaomin was speechless.
"I just asked you to buy a small villa. What's with building a castle? Also, do you have the money?"
Yan Jue was silent for a moment.
"You don't need to worry about that. I've seen Lu Xing's reports. Thousands of people die in Modu every day. Our business is booming. Once I open branch companies nationwide, worldwide..."
"Heh heh..."
Tang Xiaomin was amused by Yan Jue's ambitious plan.
"You really dare to dream."
Starting a funeral group was already bizarre enough, and he wanted to expand the business worldwide.
*Thud!*
A stone suddenly hit the window of Tang Xiaomin's bedroom.
The phone call fell silent, then another small stone hit the window.
Tang Xiaomin, wearing slippers, went to the window and glanced down, then quietly hung up the phone.
Yan Jue, at some point, had arrived outside the Tang family villa.
He was looking at her with a smile.
Tang Xiaomin then remembered that Zhang Meiyu had hired security personnel to guard the villa.
Oh no!