She didn’t want him to make excuses for Tang Xiaowan, a mistake was a mistake, and he must realize his own recklessness.
"Just like that, without considering the consequences?"
"Grandma, I just want to know... the truth of the matter. I don’t want to live in a muddle, nor do I want to deceive myself."
Tang Xiaowan’s tone was very calm when she spoke, as if she was merely engaging in small talk with Tang Mei, but the content was like a heavy bomb, completely blowing up the study’s atmosphere, making it suffocating.
Why was the memory she lost specifically the entire July and early August?
What on earth did Grandma want to hide?
Since she didn’t want me to know, then why did she deliberately let slip about last night’s incident?
If I truly am Ye Wanhua’s daughter, is she afraid I’ll seek vengeance on Song Dapeng? Afraid I’ll run to the Li family, to confront Li Zishen’s mother face to face?
Maybe I would... No, I would definitely kill them all, not leaving a single one alive. Blood must be repaid with blood.
Could it be that she’s afraid I’ll create a disaster?
So she revealed bits and pieces to me, starting from the poisoning incident at Li Garden, and those handwritten sticky notes... Yes, it must be so.
Realizing this, Tang Xiaowan suddenly had an epiphany but then walked dejectedly towards Tang Mei.
"Grandma, I’m wrong. I shouldn’t be led by curiosity... I promise, from now on, I’ll discuss everything with you in advance."
Tang Mei: Do you really understand your mistake, or are you... thinking of leaving Huang City first, and then see after returning to Chicheng?
Leng Lingxiao: So behaved?
Cheng Shi: Miss, I’m sorry!
"Knowing your mistake is good," Tang Mei paused, glancing at Leng Lingxiao who was also deep in thought, and couldn’t help feeling a twinge of relief, "When will you return to Chicheng, after dinner?"
Tang Xiaowan smiled innocently: "I haven’t even digested lunch yet; it’s also fine to eat when we reach Chicheng."
Better make a quick exit, to avoid longer nights full of dreams.
Once back in Chicheng, there will be plenty of people to investigate this. There’s definitely something fishy about this matter; it can’t be this simple, otherwise, Grandma wouldn’t be so nervous.
Tang Mei watched her granddaughter’s every smile and frown closely, then nodded thoughtfully.
Indeed, she has had a realization, knowing when to retreat as a way to advance, and hopefully, she’ll learn from this experience and not make the same mistake again, or the consequences would be unimaginable. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ N()velFire.net
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"Grandma, shall we... head back to Chicheng first?" Tang Xiaowan asked tentatively, batting her large eyes, her voice particularly soft and sweet.
"Go ahead, be careful on the way."
Tang Xiaowan cheerfully nodded, quickly dragging Leng Lingxiao with her as they left, and cast Cheng Shi a glance on her way out, signaling him to quickly follow.
The emergency kit, of course, should also be taken; leaving it behind would only worry Grandma.
An hour later, the black helicopter slowly took off, heading back to Chicheng. Inside the cabin, everyone sat up straight, not daring to breathe too loudly, lest Tang Xiaowan suddenly erupt in anger.
Unexpectedly, she only quietly gazed out of the window, as if something had caught her attention.
"Tangtang, what are you looking at? Are you hungry?" Leng Lingxiao stuffed a piece of chocolate into Tang Xiaowan’s mouth and followed her gaze.
What a beautiful sight of lush green trees!
"Nanfeng Mansion... It’s actually pretty big, right? Do you think Grandma will... stay there tonight? I remember when Grandma was hospitalized, she seemed to really like Nanfeng Mansion, even dreaming about it."
"Mm, she probably will. Grandma has already gotten a certificate with Wang Junchen; they’re now husband and wife."
"So that means... I have a grandpa now!"
Hearing this, Leng Lingxiao quickly took Tang Xiaowan’s hand, holding it tightly.
At six o’clock in the evening, at the Wang Mansion.
In the neatly furnished room, Wang Junchen, although his eyes were tightly closed, looked much better.
His night clothes had been changed into loungewear.
Due to his tall figure, the single bed seemed a bit small, and there were several documents on the bedside table, along with half a bottle of foreign liquor and a square glass.
The family doctor had just given Wang Junchen a brief check-up, saying he was all right, and had just left.
Ye Wanhua finally felt at ease.
Actually, the doctor had already made a visit at noon, but Ye Wanhua wasn’t at ease, so she had the butler drive to fetch him again in the afternoon.
Immediately, the bedroom was extremely quiet, the only sound was the rustling of wind-blown leaves coming from outside the window.
"Ah Jun, Ah Jun, wake up, aren’t you hungry?" Ye Wanhua gently held Wang Junchen’s rough hand and softly called out.
"Ah Jun, it’s already past six o’clock, wake up, sleeping on an empty stomach is bad for your stomach."
"Ah, how much did you drink!"
Seeing a few strands of white hair appearing at Wang Junchen’s temples, Ye Wanhua’s heart ached immensely, believing that she wasn’t considerate enough and had neglected her husband.
In fact, she was overthinking it.
Of course, she wouldn’t know that just last night, after coaxing her to sleep, Wang Junchen had made a trip to 66 Chunlei Street. He had intended to threaten Tang Mei with a sharp blade but ended up achieving the opposite of his intent, and was secretly returned home by two members of Shen Shiyi.
Ye Wanhua glanced at the documents on the bedside table and the half bottle of foreign liquor, her brow furrowed slightly.
Worried that Wang Junchen had drunk too much and would have an upset stomach, Ye Wanhua cooked him yam porridge and made several tasty dishes.
"Ah Jun, you can’t sleep anymore, wake up, it’s already evening."
"Wake up and eat something."
"Ah Jun, if you don’t wake up... our baby in my belly will be hungry, wake up, get up, and have something to eat with me."
To the continuous calls from Ye Wanhua and her gentle patting, Wang Junchen finally opened his eyes, but only stared blankly for a few seconds before closing them again, then suddenly opened them wide with a look of astonishment.
I’m not dead, and I’m home?
But the boss said... did he change his mind?
Cold sweat suddenly broke out from Wang Junchen’s back, followed by his forehead and the palms of his hands.
"Why are you sweating again, come, let me wipe it off."
Wang Junchen suddenly grabbed Ye Wanhua’s hand and asked frantically, "Ah Hua, are you alright? Are you injured? Tang Mei didn’t do anything to you, did she?"
"Ah Jun, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Ye Wanhua asked tenderly.
No injuries on her body, and her complexion looks good!
After quickly surveying his wife, Wang Junchen’s anxious mood eased significantly, yet his deep eyes still held a hint of worry and surprise.
He couldn’t believe that Tang Mei would let him go so easily and not trouble his wife.
She was always a person who abhorred evil.
"Today, did Tang Mei come looking for you?" Wang Junchen sat up straight and asked softly.
"In the morning, Li Fugui sent over some pastries, fruit, and supplements for stabilizing pregnancy, as well as six sets of maternity clothes with beautiful designs and comfortable materials—I think it was Dad who told Aunt Tang."
Ye Wanhua said this beaming with happiness, her lips unconsciously curving up slightly.
She now had a mother-in-law, and her baby had a grandmother.
Maybe... Xiao Wan would be willing to be the baby’s sister, and perhaps before long Xiao Wan would have her own baby, and then they’d call her Grandma.
Gifts of jewelry yesterday, and clothes today—is this an attempt to start with Ah Hua?
Wang Junchen nodded, his lips curling slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart; as long as his wife was happy and safe, that was enough.
As for other matters, they could wait until Qin Feng and Jiangbei returned, he needed to re-plan.
"Ah Hua, is there something to eat?"
"In my excitement, I forgot. Let’s go, let’s eat. There are several dishes, as well as soup and yam porridge."
"You didn’t make all of them, did you?"
"Yes, rate my cooking later on."
So, chatting and laughing, they headed to the dining room on the ground floor, and Wang Junchen didn’t mention a word about the fact that their daughter was still alive.