We agreed it was just a hug, why did you actually do it?

The three people inside stared blankly at the doorway, and no one said a word.

After a few knocks, the door to the ward slowly opened, revealing a face with deep-set eyes, noble and aloof.

This was the first time the Su brothers had seen Tang Shao in person, and they were both shocked that such a renowned figure was so young.

As Tang Shaowu calmly walked into the room, Su Hui and Su Jun both sensed the powerful aura of this handsome and noble man.

Tang Shaowu entered the house and the first thing he did was look for Su Weile. When he saw the person kneeling on the ground, his brows immediately furrowed and his eyes became cold and sharp.

He walked to Su Weile's side, reached out to pull the person kneeling on the ground, and said in an unusually cold voice, "What mistake do you think you made that warrants kneeling?"

The moment Su Weile saw Tang Shaowu, his heart felt strangely at peace.

All those negative emotions, including sadness and pain, have vanished without a trace.

He suddenly chuckled awkwardly. "Hehe, it's nothing, I was just tired of sitting and wanted to kneel for a bit. Why did you get on?"

Tang Shaowu pinched his wrist and gently rubbed it.

"I've called you several times, but you haven't answered. Get up now."

"Oh, okay." Su Weile used the support to stand up. As soon as she stood up, she looked up and saw Tang Shaowu's face suddenly turn terrifying.

That expression made Su Weile's heart clench.

It wasn't until he noticed Tang Shaowu staring at the other side of his face that Su Weile realized what was happening, and he touched the half of his face that was still burning.

Gently squeezing Tang Shaowu's hand, she said softly, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all."

Tang Shaowu stared intently at Su Weile's face, suppressing the urge to touch his cheek.

For the first time, Tang Shaowu felt powerless.

When he realized that someone had hurt Su Weile, his first thought was how to kill that person.

But since this person is Su Weile's father, he can't carry out any of his dark ideas.

Tang Shaowu slowly turned around and gave a faint smile.

"Mr. Su, even if he is your own son, you shouldn't hit him so casually."

Su Jun stood there for more than ten seconds without saying a word. First, he already felt extremely guilty for hitting Su Weile.

Secondly, this man's aura was indeed overwhelming.

Some people's temperament is truly innate; the aura of a king is often born that way.

Su Weile gently tugged at Tang Shaowu's arm. "Tang Shaowu, I'm fine, don't do this."

Su Jun took a deep breath. "I am his father. What's wrong with me hitting my own son?"

Tang Shaowu still smiled faintly:

"What kind of logic is this? Su Weile is your son, but first and foremost, he is an independent individual. You have no right to beat or scold him at will."

The Soviet soldier was speechless with anger, his face flushed red and his breathing became rapid.

Su Weile was extremely anxious. He was particularly afraid that his father would dislike Tang Shaowu, and if things continued like this, his father would hate him even more.

Tang Shaowu stared intently at Su Jun and continued:

"I know Su Weile is willing to take this slap from you, maybe it will make him feel better. He feels that being with me is something he has done to you."

Although I don't agree with him, I support him.

But I want to say that my relationship with Su Weile is based on our love for each other.

We think that's enough.

Su Jun looked at the two men's clasped hands, and his anger was about to flare up.

With an angry tone, she said, "Two men, and you call that love? How absurd! Su Weile is young and may not be able to resist temptation. It's normal for young people to make some mistakes."

"Young Master Tang, someone as experienced as you, leading such a naive and inexperienced boy down this path, isn't that a bit too immoral?"

Before Tang Shaowu could speak, Su Weile rushed forward and said, "Dad, don't say that."

"Shut up, you don't know anything!" Su Jun was genuinely angry.

The atmosphere had become tense. After remaining silent, Su Hui coughed and spoke softly:

"Young Master Tang, with your status and position, you can have any kind of person you want. Please let Su Weile go. We, the Su family, are begging you."

Tang Shaowu's smile deepened, and Su Hui felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

A cold voice slowly rang out, "I! Only! Want! Su--Wei--Le--"

While everyone was still in shock, Tang Shaowu continued:

"I want to be with Su Weile, and I have many ways to do it, simple and quick. You could even say it's a one-time solution."

This attempt to gain your understanding and consent is the least efficient method.

However, Su Weile wants it this way. He hopes you can accept our relationship, so I'll listen to him, as long as he's happy.

Su Jun shook his head, looked past Tang Shaowu at his son, and said, "Son, I can never accept this. How can you expect me to accept this? How could my wonderful son become... become..."

Su Jun's voice trembled slightly. He couldn't bring himself to use the word "pervert." How could he possibly use such a word to describe his own son, his wonderful son!

Seeing his father like that, Su Weile's heart ached too. He stepped forward and whispered:

"Dad, please don't do this, please don't do this. I'm sorry, Dad, but I really, I really... can't live without him."

Looking at this perplexing situation, Su Hui frowned deeply. After thinking for a while, Su Hui said...

"Xiao Le, why don't you let Tang Shao go back first? You can have a good talk with your father, what do you think?"

Seeing her father turn around and sit down on the other side of the bed, Su Weile noticed with heartache that Su Jun's eyes were red when he turned away.

Su Weile bit her lip, turned her head, and said softly.

"Tang Shaowu, you...you go back to Linglong Garden first. You need to rest well, don't...don't make a fuss."

Tang Shaowu looked at him coldly, his tone even colder as he asked, "And then? When are you going back?"

Su Weile squeezed his hand. "I'll have a good talk with my dad. Don't worry, take care of yourself."

"I'm asking you, when are you going back? How long do I have to wait for you?"

Seeing the obsessive look in Tang Shaowu's eyes, Su Weile gently coaxed him:

"Soon, as soon as possible, okay?"

Tang Shaowu gave a cold laugh. "Soon? As soon as possible? You can't give me a definite time right now, can you?"

With a "bang".

The Soviet soldier slammed the thermos to the ground. He practically jumped up, shouting loudly.

"You want a specific time? Okay. I'll give you a specific time, and that is to never go back."

Su Weile will not go back with you anymore; give up on that idea now.

The moment the thermos flask hit the ground, the bodyguards outside the room rushed in.

The leader called out, "Young Master Tang, is Young Master Su alright?"

Tang Shaowu merely glanced at Su Jun briefly, then ignored him without wasting any emotion, continuing to look down at Su Weile.

He was waiting for Su Weile's reply.

Seeing Tang Shaowu's state, Su Weile was about to offer some words of comfort when Su Jun roared again, "Su Weile, you come here right now, get over here immediately!"

Su Weile was extremely anxious and pleaded in her voice:

"Dad, can't you just let me have a proper talk with him?"

The Soviet troops were blinded by rage. Seeing that Su Weile refused to come over, they were about to rush up and arrest him.

Upon seeing this, the bodyguards immediately stepped forward to block Tang Shaowu and Su Weile.

However, the Soviet army has always been known for its fiery temper, and without a word, they immediately started fighting.

Seeing the people fighting amongst themselves, Su Weile immediately became anxious. He released Tang Shaowu's hand and rushed forward.

"Stop! All of you, stop!"