Tang Xu's heartfelt words.
Zhang Meiyu was so angry her head throbbed. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the sofa.
Her expression was one of great pain.
"Mom."
"Mom."
…
The three brothers looked at Zhang Meiyu with worry.
Zhang Meiyu, her face contorted in pain, still glared fiercely at Tang Xu.
"Tang Xu, I warn you, I will absolutely not agree to you being with Tang Yiyi!"
"If you dare to walk out of this house today, you are no longer my son!"
Tang Xu's face was ashen, and he hesitated.
Just then, Tang Xiaomin, holding Tang Xu's phone, heard it ring.
Several people looked at Tang Xiaomin in unison.
The knife in her hand was no longer there.
Tang Xiaomin looked at the caller ID on the phone: "Dearest," and smiled helplessly.
"It's Tang Yiyi calling. It seems she really wants Tang Xu to come over."
Having achieved her goal, Tang Xiaomin placed Tang Xu's phone on the coffee table and returned it to him.
Tang Xu's eyes, filled with venom, fell on Tang Xiaomin.
Originally, he could have logically moved in with Tang Yiyi.
But now, with Tang Xiaomin's interference, not only did his mother find out, but she also strongly opposed it.
Now, his mother was forcing him to make a difficult choice.
Seeing Tang Xu's hesitation, Tang Yu couldn't help but scold him.
"Tang Xu, Mom is getting a headache because of you. Do you want to make her sick enough to be hospitalized before you're satisfied?"
Tang Yu then said to Butler Wang, "Butler Wang, close the door. Do not let Tang Xu leave."
"Yes."
Zhang Meiyu watched Tang Xu's indecisive behavior, her heart filled with unbearable pain.
Tang Xu's heart had already flown to Tang Yiyi and Tang Zhongcheng.
What was the point of forcibly keeping him here?
"Forget it. No one is allowed to stop him, whether he wants to leave or stay."
"Tang Xu, I say it again. If you insist on being with Tang Yiyi, if you insist on leaving this home, then you are no longer my son, Zhang Meiyu's son."
Zhang Meiyu had been pushed to the point of threatening their mother-son relationship to coerce Tang Xu.
This showed how much she detested her son's entanglement with Tang Yiyi.
Everyone watched Tang Xu, seeing how far he would go for Tang Yiyi.
At this moment, Tang Xiaomin said, "Since you like Tang Yiyi so much, then go. Anyway, if you leave, she still has three sons who are devoted to her. Losing one of you won't make much of a difference."
What Tang Xiaomin said was precisely what Tang Xu was thinking.
Looking at his mother, who was so distressed because of him, and knowing she had recently been discharged from the hospital, Tang Xu was genuinely afraid of causing her further harm.
The phone had already automatically disconnected once, and it rang again.
Tang Yiyi seemed very anxious.
Tang Xu sighed and silently picked up his phone.
"I won't go. Why do you have to force me like this?"
Tang Xu glared at Tang Xiaomin with venom and then went upstairs without looking back.
Temporarily, her plan had not succeeded.
The show was over, and Tang Xiaomin returned to her room.
Tang Yu said to her from behind, "Xiaomin, don't wave knives around anymore. It's very dangerous."
It wasn't that Tang Yu was nagging; it was that Tang Xiaomin's behavior had become increasingly dangerous lately.
Today, she had even resorted to using a knife.
Next time, one didn't know what extreme actions she might take.
Tang Xiaomin responded perfunctorily.
"I know."
…
Ten o'clock at night.
After everyone had gone to sleep, Tang Xu quietly left home.
Tang Xiaomin sat by the window and personally witnessed Tang Xu's departure, a cold smile unconsciously curling on her lips.
She looked at the video on her phone, which she had secretly recorded earlier, of Tang Xu admitting his affection for Tang Yiyi.
A dark mist spread across her eyes.
Tang Xiaomin had originally planned to send it to Tang Zhongcheng, to see if Tang Zhongcheng would fly into a rage for Tang Yiyi and kick Tang Xu out.
When Tang Ye had confessed his feelings for Tang Yiyi, Tang Zhongcheng had angrily kicked Tang Ye.
Tang Xiaomin still clearly remembered that anger and his completely opposing attitude.
Just as Tang Xu had said, in this day and age, who cared about being adopted?
But Tang Zhongcheng's anger at the time had been even greater than Zhang Meiyu's; he had even kicked Tang Ye.
Had he overreacted?
Logically, Zhang Meiyu should have had a worse temper than Tang Zhongcheng.
The next day.
Tang Xiaomin went shopping with her adoptive mother, Zhou Xiaolan, to buy some furniture for the house, browsing through the entire mall.
Tang Xiaomin picked out a bed for them that cost a hundred thousand yuan, praising how soft it was.
Upon seeing the price, Zhou Xiaolan repeatedly shook her head.
"Xiaomin, your dad and I are used to sleeping on hard beds, so let's not buy this one. Besides, experts say that beds that are too soft are bad for your health. Let's not buy it."
Tang Xiaomin knew her mother was worried about the money.
"Mom, I can earn money now. My salary is quite high. You don't need to worry about the money."
"Nonsense. You're still in college. When would you have time to work?"
"Yes, I work at the Immortal Mansion Group. The salary there is very high. I'm making a hundred thousand yuan a month now."
A few days ago, Zhou Xiaolan had passed by and seen the recruitment sign at the entrance of the Immortal Mansion Group, which stated a monthly salary of fifteen thousand yuan or more.
Therefore, she didn't suspect Tang Xiaomin.
"Although that company deals with funerals, the salaries are indeed very high. Even a regular mover earns fifty thousand yuan."
Tang Xiaomin thought to herself, dealing with the dead, everyone found it unlucky and hard to hire, so they had to pay more.
If there was any industry with high wages in this world, it would definitely be the funeral industry.
They happily bought the bed. Tang Xiaomin paid with her own card and prepared to move on to the next store.
Suddenly, Tang Xiaomin saw a familiar person.
It was Tang Yiyi, and beside her was Aunt Xue!
!!!
Tang Xiaomin thought she was seeing things and rubbed her eyes, confirming it was indeed Aunt Xue.
Although she looked more haggard and much older than when she left the Tang family, it was undoubtedly Aunt Xue.
But hadn't Zhang Meiyu sent her to prison? How was she out?
Could it be Tang Zhongcheng?
As Tang Xiaomin pondered, Tang Yiyi and Aunt Xue walked into the store.
Their eyes met. Aunt Xue looked at Tang Xiaomin with contempt and venom.
Tang Yiyi did too.
As the saying goes, "Enemies often cross paths." Since they had met here, Tang Xiaomin naturally stepped forward to greet them.
"Aunt Xue is out. I thought I was mistaken. Congratulations."
Aunt Xue glared fiercely at Tang Xiaomin.
"Hmph! I was framed. Mr. Tang cleared my name, so of course I'm out."
"Tang Zhongcheng..."
Tang Xiaomin muttered, thinking that Tang Zhongcheng was quite a player.
"I find it strange. Even if Tang Zhongcheng is divorcing Zhang Meiyu, and even if he wants to find a mistress, with his money, he could find any young and beautiful woman. Why would he remain infatuated with you, an old and faded hag?"
"Could it be that there's some unspeakable secret between you and Tang Zhongcheng?"