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"Dad, what brings you here..."

"bump!"

Without saying a word, Tang's father stepped forward and kicked Tang Yueying hard in the stomach. Tang Yueying was caught off guard and was kicked directly in the stomach. She fell backward and her arm hit the corner of the coffee table, sending a sharp pain through her body!

Tang Yueying was in so much pain that her face was contorted, but she was also completely enraged by her father's behavior!

"What right do you have to hit me!"

She clenched her teeth, her gaze fixed on Tang's father not as if he were her father, but as if he were an enemy. Tang's father sneered, seeing that she still dared to look at him like that.

Without wasting any more words with her, he picked up the rattan cane he had prepared and stepped forward, whipping it hard across Tang Yueying's body!

Tang Yueying tried to resist through gritted teeth, but how could she, pampered and spoiled, be a match for her father? The moment she raised her hand, her father lashed it away with a rattan cane.

Tang's father struck harder and faster than before, leaving Tang Yueying's skin torn and bleeding; it was a horrifying sight.

In the end, she couldn't bear it any longer and finally lowered her noble head, crying out in anguish.

"Dad, Dad, I was wrong, I know I was wrong! Please stop hitting me!"

Tang's father, however, gritted his teeth and ignored her crying. He used an immense amount of force with the whip until Tang Yueying was like a lump of mud, convulsing and collapsing to the ground.

Only then, his eyes bloodshot, did he retract the whip.

"Dad, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please don't hit me anymore."

Tang Yueying was trembling all over; every inch of her exposed skin was unscathed.

She had long forgotten her earlier bravado, and now her eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Tang's father, afraid that he would strike again at the slightest provocation.

Looking at her pitiful state, Tang's father showed no tenderness whatsoever; instead, a mocking and disgusted smile curled at the corners of his lips.

Under Tang Yueying's fearful gaze, he threw the whip in his hand directly to the ground, his voice hoarse and tired as he spoke.

"Wrong? Tang Yueying, you're only realizing it now? It's too late."

Tang Yueying was taken aback, her eyes becoming somewhat blank.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean? You have the nerve to ask me what I mean!? Tang Yueying, I introduced you to so many families of equal social standing, but you insisted on choosing the Xie family. Your mother and I tried everything to cultivate an image of a refined young lady in front of Madam Xie! And what did you do?! You flirted with other men while under the Xie family's engagement! Not only did the Tang family lose face by having the engagement publicly annulled by the Xie family, but you even dared to shamelessly harass Xie Qingshi!"

As he spoke, even Mr. Tang, who had experienced many ups and downs in the business world, couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

Back then, the Tang family was looked down upon by countless people because of their nouveau riche status.

Tang's father had spent countless efforts to get rid of this reputation, and just when he thought he had finally reached the shore, Tang Yueying, this scourge, appeared!

Not only did it render all his achievements over the years worthless, but it also caused the Tang family, which had been supported by three generations, to collapse in an instant!

The culprit behind all of this is none other than Tang Yueying, who is standing right in front of us.

Tang's father only learned about this after receiving news from the Xie family: Tang Yueying had actually gone after Xie Qingshi after the engagement was called off, and was so foolish as to believe that he was deeply in love with her! She was trying to set a trap for Xie Qingshi!

He's dragged the entire Tang family down with him! He'd rather kill Tang Yueying than beat her up!

After listening to Tang's father recount the whole story, Tang Yueying's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Xie Qingshi actually made a move against the Tang family!?"

How is that possible?!

She only cursed Sang Huan a few times, and Xie Qingshi retaliated against her, but why would he retaliate against the Tang family?!

"Otherwise what?"

Tang's father stared coldly at Tang Yueying on the ground. Seeing her stupid and foolish appearance, he knew she was completely hopeless. He coldly uttered a sentence and turned away.

"I don't care what you think, but I will never allow the Tang family to fall like this. Tang Yueying, you've enjoyed so much in the Tang family for so many years, it's time for you to pay your dues."

"Dad, what do you mean?!"

Tang Yueying suddenly looked up. She never imagined that Xie Qingshi would go to such lengths for Sang Huan.

In her eyes, no matter how much trouble he caused, it was a matter between her and the younger generation Xie Qingshi and Sang Huan.

The elders of the Tang and Xie families were on good terms, and Xie Qingshi must have given the Tang family some face out of consideration for them.

As a junior member of the Tang family, Xie Qingshi had to be mindful of holding back.

But everything that happened today completely overturned Tang Yueying's expectations!

As it turns out, Xie Qingshi not only didn't care about saving face, he also directly challenged the Tang family!

Just as Tang Yueying was immersed in her anger, two bodyguards in suits strode in with steady steps.

Then, under her horrified gaze, he grabbed a rag and stuffed it into her mouth before dragging her out!

No matter how much Tang Yueying struggled, it was no use!

Watching Tang Yueying being shoved into the back seat and driven away, Tang's father finally withdrew his indifferent gaze, turned around, and got into his own minivan.

They headed towards the banquet they once looked down upon, hoping to find hope within it...

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"Isn't this too fast? We've only been together for a week..."

Sitting in the passenger seat next to Xie Qingshi, Sang Huan stared at the man beside her with her pitiful, watery eyes.

Six days have passed since the two got together. During these six days, Sang Huan has spent all her time with Xie Qingshi except for going to school. The two are inseparable and cannot be separated.

As a result, news of Sang Huan talking about her boyfriend quickly spread within her small social circle.

What's heartwarming is that no one objected to the news; instead, they all sent their blessings, congratulating her on finally finding the right person.

After all, everyone has seen how hard Sang Huan has worked all these years at school. Finding someone to lean on and let her catch her breath is a good thing, isn't it?

Moved by the experience, Sang Huan also took Xie Qingshi and a few acquaintances out for a meal.

While she was using the restroom, her roommates chattered about all the hardships she had endured over the years.

Xie Qingshi, who was already feeling sorry for his girlfriend, was instantly overwhelmed by the chatter of the group.

He finished his meal calmly, and after returning home with Sang Huan, he immediately started transferring money to her without saying a word.

Sang Huan was still a little confused until she saw the balance in her card reach a shocking number, at which point she snapped back to reality and grabbed Xie Qingshi to ask him what had happened.

Xie Qingshi then hugged her, buried his head in the girl's neck, and his tears slowly soaked the girl's neck.

His deep, clear voice carried a faint sob and helplessness, and was unusually hoarse.

"Huanhuan, I'm sorry."

If he had met her sooner, she wouldn't have had such a hard life.

He took so long to break off the engagement. What was Huanhuan thinking at that time? Knowing he was engaged, she was still willing to compromise herself because she liked him...

Xie Qingshi wished he could strangle him back then. What was wrong with his brain all day long? Didn't he know he would have a wife in the future?

That's completely irresponsible!

After understanding the truth, Sang Huan couldn't help but find it a little funny. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around the man's neck and gently patted his back to comfort him.

"No one can predict the future, so how can you blame yourself? Okay, don't be sad, it's good that you're here with me now."

Xie Qingshi remained silent throughout her attempts to comfort her, but he tightened his grip on the girl's arm.

Xie Qingshi only looked up after Sang Huan finished her long-winded explanation.

His pale skin at the corners of his eyes was tinged with a thin layer of red, and his long, thick raven feathers were damp with a light mist, clinging together in strands. Yet, his dark, narrow eyes held a resolute expression.

"Huanhuan, let's get married."

"ah?!"

Sang Huan blinked, somewhat bewildered by Xie Qingshi's words.

It wasn't until Xie Qingshi explained things clearly that Sang Huan realized that Xie Qingshi was worried about what unexpected things might happen in the future and wanted to be tied to her now.

He even said that if she was scared, he was willing to transfer all his assets to Sang Huan right now.

As they were talking, Xie Qingshi picked up his phone and called Wang Tezhu, asking him to prepare for the handover immediately.

Sang Huan was startled and quickly pulled the man back, both amused and exasperated, telling him not to do anything foolish in a moment of impulse and to talk about it after he calmed down.

Her attitude did indeed make Xie Qingshi's eyes redden again.

Xie Qingshi silently watched her, his long, clean eyes flushed red at the corners, his dark eyes fixed on hers, a thin layer of moisture covering his eye sockets.

His eyes dimmed little by little as time passed, and finally he lowered his head in disappointment, his crimson lips pressed tightly together.

As she lowered her head, large tears fell onto the back of Sang Huan's hand.

Sang Huan: ...

Isn't it normal to feel soft-hearted when you see your boyfriend cry for the first time?

She sighed and nodded in resignation.

"Don't cry, I promise you."

In an instant, the man who had been looking lost and dejected suddenly raised his head, his dim eyes flashing with a sharp light as he stared intently at her.

"Really?!"

Realizing he had overreacted, the man's long, narrow, raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and his long, well-defined fingers gently grasped the girl's small hand, then slowly intertwined with hers.

"Huanhuan..."

"real."

Sang Huan couldn't refuse, so she had to compromise. Looking at Xie Qingshi, whose thin lips couldn't help but curl up, she raised her hand to stop him and stated her conditions.

"We can get married, but I have to graduate first. There's still a year left. Xie Qingshi, if you can hold on for this year, I'll marry you and get our marriage certificate immediately."

As for why it took so long, Sang Huan's reason was very simple.

If they can't even last a year, what's the point of getting married? Will they be torturing each other after a year?

Xie Qingshi agreed, but he also had a condition.

He wanted to take Sang Huan home to meet his parents, and also wanted to visit Sang Huan's home to meet her parents.

In short, the relationship between two people should be made public before anything else happens.

Sang Huan had no objection to this.

In fact, she didn't have any objection to marrying Xie Qingshi.

However, during the few days she spent with Xie Qingshi, he clung to her so much that it made her feel a little uncomfortable.

She didn't say she disliked Xie Qingshi's closeness, but she felt that the two of them were being too unrestrained and reckless.

These past two days, Sang Huan has been like a little balloon, with various tools used to inflate it, only to have it deflated again after being fully inflated.

Balloon was fine, but Sang Huan was definitely in trouble. She didn't know where Xie Qingshi got all these random things from and liked to experiment with them one by one.

She didn't know how Xie Qingshi was doing, but her own back was about to give way.

The thought of how every time she had to refuse, the other person would grab her ankle and brace it against her, looking at her intently with dark eyes, and speaking in a hoarse voice.

Just thinking about the scene where "Huanhuan wants it, right? If she wants it, she can have it, and she can't refuse if she wants more."

Sang Huan couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. If she was like this before they were even married, would she even be able to get out of bed after they got married?

That's why Sang Huan refused Xie Qingshi's offer.

Sweet and delicious food is good for your health, but too much of it can be overwhelming.

It should be appropriate.

A year later, Xie Qingshi was twenty-six years old. Everyone says that a man over twenty-five is already sixty-five.

By then, the honeymoon phase will be over, and things definitely won't be as agonizing as they are now.

Overwhelmed by happiness, the little dodder flower was lost in thought, completely forgetting the ages of the men from the previous worlds, and their still "young and vigorous" bodies in their forties...

Sang Huan and Xie Qingshi's journey home went smoothly this time.

Xie's parents are both very open-minded people, and what surprised Sang Huan the most was Xie's mother.

Besides being gentle in nature, she is also someone who frequently watches trending short videos.

Not only is there no generation gap between him and Sang Huan, but he can also fill in the gaps in Sang Huan's knowledge of some popular little-known facts.

Sang Huan seemed to be falling behind.

Aside from these things, Xie's mother was extremely warm towards Sang Huan, to the point that she could be considered her own daughter.

No one knows what Xie Qingshi said in between, but Xie's mother took Sang Huan aside the night before dinner and gave her two pieces of jewelry worth millions and a river-view apartment.

During the meal, they casually chatted about their families, and Xie's mother even waved her hand dramatically.

He directly stated that he would contact his subordinates to establish a new poverty alleviation project in Sang Huan's hometown.

Sang Huan was caught off guard by the blow and hurriedly tried to wave her hand to say there was no need to rush. However, Xie's mother pulled Xie Qingshi away from her, held Sang Huan's hand, and said with a smile that was both familiar and enviable.

"Huanhuan, Auntie has nothing but money. To me, it's just a cold string of numbers. If it can do its job well and make you happy, then that's its greatest value."

Sang Huan: ...

As expected of a mother and son, their words are so in sync.

Knowing that Xie's mother meant well, she didn't refuse, otherwise she would seem a bit ungrateful.

After the meal, Xie's mother sent Xie Qingshi away again and then pulled Sang Huan aside to give her a long list of instructions.

She then took out three bright red books and, to Sang Huan's astonishment, placed them in her hand.

Then, he sighed deeply.

"Huanhuan, you don't need to keep it a secret for Qingshi. I know he did it. It's our fault as parents for not raising him properly."

What?

"I'm shocked that you can forgive him, but I know that although the matter seems to be over, the lingering hurt remains. Consider these houses as my apology to you, okay? And this bracelet, consider it my compensation as well."