Tang Yili refused to give up, and insisted on poking people where they hurt, vowing to speak clearly once and for all.
"Do you think you saw through the faces of our father and daughter and aborted the child out of anger, so you think it was us who harmed your child?"
"Think about it for yourself, is this really the case?"
"If Xun Lang had taken action in time, I wouldn't have had to marry him, and I wouldn't have forced my father to give up all his wealth to pay for Yili Clothing. That child can stay in your belly now."
The driver was still sitting in front of him, and the secret he had hidden so deeply was exposed by Tang Yili.
Zhao Meilun was extremely embarrassed.
She didn't know where she had exposed her flaw, but with Tang Yili's ability, she knew that it would only happen sooner or later. She could hide everything from Tang Feng, but she never thought that she could hide it from Tang Yili forever.
Zhao Meilun quickly glanced at Lao Huang who was driving in front of him. He was not only afraid that his inner secrets would be known, but also was extremely angry at Tang Yili's questioning.
She lowered her voice and looked at Tang Yili.
"You mean I blame myself?!"
"Tang Yili, that is my child. If it is aborted, it will hurt me the most. Why do you say it was me who killed this child? It was you! Neither of you, father and daughter, care about its existence at all!"
"No one cares about it!" Tang Yili strongly disagreed.
"Dai Kuan was suddenly hospitalized. We were also very anxious. We went to the hospital to see her. Who knew you were so anxious? You immediately ran to abort the child and didn't even want to wait for a few hours..."
Because just a few hours later, Tang Yili and Li Jiaoyang discussed the marriage and convened a shareholders' meeting at the same time.
Tang Yili: "Even if there was no Xun Lang and Fengtang suffered, I would not run away alone. Facing my father, the old ministers of Fengtang, and your children, I will bear my responsibility. Instead, it will be you who refuses
He tries to save others by himself, but he is full of lies and never trusts others."
"Zhao Meilun, it's your own fault that the child is gone! It's you who doesn't want me to feel better, so you don't believe that I will get married for you."
"So, you are the one who killed this child by accident! You can't blame others!"
"Yes, they all blame me!" Zhao Meilun's inner demons were suddenly released, "They all blame me! But that is my child! When it is aborted, only I will feel the pain, only I am connected by blood, is it possible?
Do I want it to die?! It’s not all because of you!”
"Why are you blaming me?!"
The car shuttled through the dark night, and its excellent sealing meant that people sitting in the car could only feel some bumps.
The instrument trembled slightly, and a trace of gasping and sobbing slowly leaked into the quiet air.
The man sitting between the two young women was still in a daze.
Zhao Meilun hid her face, tears streaming down her fingers.
The regret of aborting the child started as soon as she lay on the operating table, but the greatest pain came from the fact that after the operation was completed, Zhao's mother stayed by the bedside and kept talking.
"Anyway, the Tang family is about to go bankrupt. It would be a pity to lose the child. You will have to remarry when the time comes. You can't live your whole life with an old and poor man."
At this time, Tang Feng called, with a sad but gentle tone. He told her: "Ah Li and Li Jiaoyang have talked about it, and the marriage is officially on the agenda."
"Meilun, don't be too sad. Ah Li and I care about this child."
Tang Yili did not take away Tang Feng's wealth and live happily alone as Zhao Meilun thought.
Like a truly strong person, she stayed and took on the responsibility, while Zhao Meilun became a runaway rat.
At the same time, he also strangled the flesh and blood in his stomach with his own hands.
Tangfeng did not become poor, so the Zhao family, who had aborted their child, were naturally reluctant to offend their son-in-law, so they came up with the following lie - the child never existed.
Lies wrapped in lies.
When the final break came, Zhao Meilun didn't expect it to be so painful. Why did she blame Tang Yili for everything, but she still felt extremely painful.
During the second half of the journey, Tang Yili didn't say another word until Zhao Meilun's crying gradually became quieter and she handed him a face towel.
Across the unconscious Tang Feng, Zhao Meilun was stunned for a moment, raised his head from his palm, and slowly took it.
"Uncle Huang," Tang Yili was talking to the driver.
"Miss."
"Tonight's conversation must not be known to the fourth person."
Driver Lao Huang: "I understand."
The car was parked in the underground parking lot, facing the elevator. Lao Huang and Tang Yili, one on the left and one on the right, helped Tang Feng go upstairs. Zhao Meilun followed behind, carrying their bags.
After entering the house, Tang Feng was placed on the bed. Tang Yili took off his father's shoes and covered him with a quilt.
Lao Huang had already left, and Zhao Meilun dimmed the lighting, making the carefully decorated bedroom even more cozy.
Tang Yili did not stay, turned around and walked towards the door. Zhao Meilun stood there wearing slippers and handed the bag to Tang Yili. He handed it to Tang Yili with one hand and took it with the other. Both hands were placed on the handle of the bag at the same time.
"Thanks."
Zhao Meilun suddenly said softly, as if he was afraid that the words would be lost when he left his mouth, so he said it again.
"Thank you."
Tang Yili looked at her deeply. For once, the two people of similar age no longer faced each other.
…
After returning to her home, Tang Yili stepped on the floor with her bare feet, feeling the coolness on the soles of her feet, and lay down on the sofa. She was so tired that she didn't even want to change her clothes.
The debate with Zhao Meilun was far from a victory. The reconciliation at the cost of a small life was already the most painful loss for this family.
It was okay to hide it from Tang Feng. After all, Tang Yili knew very well how much his father loved his children.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, Tang Yili’s favorite little skirt was scratched. After learning that it was the last one in the mall, Tang Feng actually started darning it himself. As the owner of a textile factory, his stitching skills could only be said to be unsatisfactory, but it was rare.
In this way, he, a grown man, made a perfect match.
I don’t know how much effort it took and how many nights I stayed up...
If Tang Feng knew that his father-in-law did not come into this world because of a woman's selfishness, he would be very sad.
Therefore, Tang Yili made up his mind to hide it until the end.
When he was drowsy, Tang Yili figured this out, and suddenly he wasn't sleepy anymore.
Thinking of sending a message to Xun Lang, Tang Yili stood up and took out her cell phone from her bag.
As he said, tell him when you get home.
She had an honest reason to contact him.
Tang Yili asked: [I’m home, what are you doing?]
Tang Yili stared at the screen, blinking and waiting. After a while, Xun Lang replied: [I'm already home, reading a book and getting ready to sleep.]
Go to bed early and get up early, a good young man who is unstoppable.
Tang Yili was wondering if she wouldn't be able to stay up late after getting married. After all, it didn't seem good to sleep on the same bed, one without the other...
Well, I might have to stay up late at first, after all, I’m newlyweds and have a lot of firewood...
Tang Yili showed a silly smile, and felt a similar sensation on his body, rolling over and over on the sofa.
Tang Yili let go of her shy face, pretended to be a virtuous and virtuous traditional woman, and finally sent a message.
【Oh, then you go to bed early, I will go to bed too.】
Xun Lang quickly said good night.
Tang Yili enjoyed herself for a long time. It was a long night and she couldn't really sleep. Thanks to the random thoughts in her mind, she was now physically and mentally empty.
In urgent need of nutritional supplements.
After washing up and lying on the bed, Tang Yili took out the kindle on the bedside table. There were dozens of gigabytes of small books stored there, all of them renovated and exciting.
As if choosing a concubine, Tang Yili ordered a short story book called "Husband, Be Gentle" and read it happily.
The dim nightlight in the bedroom projected a silhouette of a graceful beauty. The beauty lowered her head, unable to hold back her surging heart, and occasionally burst into laughter.