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

In the early hours of the morning, in the tranquil and picturesque Linglong Garden.

A loud crash. It was the sound of a whole pane of glass shattering.

Old Xu and his bodyguard arrived at the study as quickly as possible. Just as they were about to go in, they heard Tang Shaowu's roar.

"Get out of here, all of you!"

Looking at the bewildered faces of everyone, Old Xu said softly, "You may all go down now."

He took a deep breath and pushed open the study door.

Stepping over the mess in the study, Lao Xu saw Tang Shaowu sitting in a large office chair with his back to him.

When his gaze swept over the messy desk, Lao Xu's heart skipped a beat.

The table was covered with information about Su Weile's family, from her father to her eldest uncle, and even her maternal grandparents, including all their life stories and relationships.

Tang Shaowu seemed to know what the person behind him was thinking; his voice was chillingly ruthless.

"I can make these people disappear without a trace, without lifting a finger!"

Or I can ignore them, but I have a hundred ways to make sure they never see Su Weile again.

Why? Why can't I use such a quick and effective method? Am I just supposed to silently endure this? Hmph! How ridiculous!

Tang Shaowu slowly turned around. Uncle Xu was shocked by Tang Shaowu's appearance. He felt that the young master he knew was gone, and the young master now was possessed by a demon.

Old Xu couldn't help but softly call out, "Young Master~~"

Tang Shaowu stared intently at Lao Xu, then suddenly frowned.

"Uncle, I really don't understand, I can't figure it out, why?"

Why did Su Weile have to seek his family's consent for our relationship, even to kneel down and endure being slapped, just to get his family to accept the fact that he was with me?

I really don't understand. He could let me go for the sake of his family?

"No, absolutely not, Young Master Su won't let you go," Old Xu immediately denied the assumption that could cause Tang Shaowu to collapse instantly.

Old Xu felt sorry for Tang Shaowu, having watched the child grow up in a dark and gloomy environment.

He said he couldn't understand Su Weile's actions.

To be honest, Tang Shaowu simply couldn't understand such a deep father-son bond, nor could he comprehend such an unbreakable family affection.

Because he has never experienced it, how can he understand it?

If he has never received anything from it, what can he possibly give in return?

Old Xu spoke softly, "Young Master, Young Master Su doesn't want his family to understand him; he wants his family to accept you."

"But I don't need that. I just want to be with him. I never need anyone else."

Old Xu was about to say something when he suddenly heard what sounded like a tap that hadn't been turned off properly.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock"

Old Xu paused for a moment, then suddenly remembered something and immediately turned on the headlights.

To everyone's surprise, Tang Shaowu's right hand, which was hanging down, was bleeding, and bleeding very quickly, with the blood dripping down to form a line.

Even in the brightly lit study, one could see obvious bloodstains on the broken glass on the floor.

Only then did Lao Xu realize that the loud sound of glass breaking wasn't from something else, but from Tang Shaowu's fist.

Old Xu immediately called in his bodyguards, who quickly and simply bandaged the wound, and then drove to the hospital right away.

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In Su Hui's hospital room, the three men did not sleep all night.

Su Jun watched his son, who had never known sorrow, sitting in the chair, sometimes gazing out the window, sometimes staring intently at his phone.

He didn't close his eyes even once, nor did he relax his furrowed brows.

Early in the morning, Su Jun told Sister Li, who brought him food, to thank him for taking care of the patients during this time, and that they didn't need to come anymore, as they could take care of the patients themselves.

Surprised, Sister Li looked at Su Weile and said, "Young Master Su, look..."

Su Weile forced a smile. "Aunt Li, it's alright, you can go back now."

Su Jun continued speaking to Su Weile, "Make those people at the gate go back too. We ordinary people can't stand this kind of treatment."

Su Weile glanced at her father, said nothing, and silently turned her head away.

Just as Su Jun was about to lash out, Su Hui, lying on the hospital bed, spoke up, "Er Jun, what's wrong with you so early in the morning? Come sit down for a while."

Su Weile's profile is very attractive, with long sideburns and slightly curled eyelashes.

They all noticed that Su Weile seemed to have gained a little weight this time. It wasn't noticeable on his body, but his face had a bit of baby fat, and his complexion was particularly good.

The Soviet army did not want to delve into whose credit it was.

He now has only one thought: to take his son back to Yanshan.

Su Weile was no longer able to think clearly; he was going crazy with anxiety.

Since last night, he has been unable to contact Tang Shaowu; he doesn't answer the phone or reply to messages.

Su Weile stared at the time. Finally, it was eight o'clock. Now that he shouldn't disturb Uncle Xu's rest, he immediately got up and called Uncle Xu.

A Soviet voice rang out from behind: "Fight here, don't go out."

Su Weile frowned, "Dad~~"

"You've become so unruly because I gave you too much freedom before!"

Su Weile didn't have time to argue with his father; all he wanted to do now was to find out about Tang Shaowu's situation.

The call was about to automatically disconnect when it was finally answered. Uncle Xu's familiar voice came through, "Young Master Su!"

"Uncle, what's wrong with Tang Shaowu? He hasn't been answering his phone."

Uncle Xu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "He's probably a little angry. He threw a tantrum when he came back yesterday and went to bed late. He's still not awake."

"You can turn it on when you wake up, Young Master Su. Don't worry, take good care of yourself."

Su Weile breathed a slight sigh of relief, then said, "Uncle, when he wakes up, could you have him call me?"

"Okay, that's fine, Young Master Su... I hope to see you again soon."

Uncle Xu put down the phone and respectfully addressed the people waiting beside him.

"Young Master Yan."

Yan Zhengke nodded slightly in response, glancing at Tang Shaowu, who was receiving an IV drip in the treatment room.

"You just said that his injury was caused by breaking glass?"

Shao Wu's personality is somewhat obsessive, and he also suffers from a severe head ailment and persistent headaches.

These diseases are very painful, beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

He has always had a strong will and endurance, but if he engages in self-harm, it is a sign that his endurance has reached its limit.

During this period, you need to pay close attention to him, as this kind of self-harming behavior is usually recurrent.

Uncle Xu said worriedly, "Young Master Yan, my young master only listens to you. Can you please try to persuade him? I really can't convince him."

Yan Zhengke said coldly, "He's too smart and too stubborn. The only ones who can persuade him now are himself and Su Weile."

Feng Kai rushed over and, seeing Yan Zhengke, asked, "What happened? Where is Tang Shaowu injured?"