Before the authoritative injury report.
Overnight, netizens had a change of heart, ceasing their verbal attacks on Tang Yiyi.
And then, they turned to sympathy.
Tang Xu’s move was like drawing water from the bottom of a cauldron, turning death into life.
In any dispute, the more tragic party always garnered more sympathy.
…
Xianfu Group.
Tang Xiaomin looked at Tang Yiyi’s injury report.
Especially the words about Tang Yiyi suffering kidney damage due to long-term excessive medication.
Her eyes were filled with intense resentment.
If this condition continued, Tang Yiyi's kidneys were already in trouble.
At that time, the Tang family would reveal their ugliest side.
Thinking of this, she inadvertently broke the pen in her hand, staining it with ink.
“Miss Tang, what’s wrong?”
Zhong Li reminded her, and Tang Xiaomin realized her lapse.
“It’s nothing, it’ll be fine after washing.”
With that, she silently got up and went to the restroom.
When she returned and sat back down at the computer, she saw the shift in public opinion online.
She knew that this time, Tang Xu had intervened.
Among the Tang family, Tang Xu possessed the deepest schemes.
He had merely released Tang Yiyi’s medical report, without adding a single superfluous word.
Just like that, Tang Yiyi gained netizens’ sympathy, and the online abuse stopped.
Although not completely cleared, it at least allowed Tang Yiyi a normal life.
In this war without gunpowder.
Tang Ye's future was completely ruined.
As for that lecherous President Wang, his brand image was damaged, he was boycotted, and faced bankruptcy.
As for Tang Yiyi, her kidneys were problematic. Next, her nightmare would begin.
…
Three days later, Tang Ye terminated his contract with Yang Zhenzhen's agency.
Tang Ye appeared at a press conference to account for the negative impact of his actions.
Standing on stage, Tang Ye made a shocking decision to the cameras of the media.
“I am Tang Ye. As a public figure, I apologize to everyone here for my past misdeeds. I am sorry.”
Tang Ye bowed deeply at a ninety-degree angle on stage.
“Now, I announce that I am permanently retiring from the entertainment industry and will never make a comeback.”
…
“Tang Ye, is your retirement voluntary or forced?”
“Will you truly never make a comeback? Is this a crisis management tactic?”
“Tang Ye…”
…
Amidst the uproar from the assembled media, Tang Ye quietly walked off stage, saying no more.
Retirement was his only option.
Having lost the career he loved, Tang Ye felt regret.
He didn't even know what he could do in the future.
On the way back, he bought some fruit for his mother.
To get his mother to forgive him, Tang Ye had no other recourse.
Carrying the cherries his mother liked, he had just stepped through the door when.
In the living room, Zhang Meiyu was fully dressed, seemingly preparing to go out.
Their eyes met. Zhang Meiyu said nothing, not even her previous angry scolding.
When a person is utterly disappointed in another, they become like this.
Zhang Meiyu walked past Tang Ye, brushing shoulders with him.
His mother's coldness made Tang Ye feel uneasy.
“Mom.”
“I… I just announced my retirement from the entertainment industry.”
Tang Ye turned back, looking at his mother’s retreating figure.
He longed for a sliver of pity from her, or for her to scold him angrily as before.
But Zhang Meiyu did not turn her head, nor did her steps falter for Tang Ye.
“This is the path you chose, and I respect your decision.”
Boom…
His mother's words struck Tang Ye like a thunderbolt.
At this moment, he truly regretted everything he had done for Tang Yiyi.
But regret was too late.
“Mom, you’re not feeling well, and Big Brother and the others are busy. I’ll stay home and take good care of you from now on.”
This time, Zhang Meiyu said nothing.
Accompanied by Steward Wang, she walked out of the house.
Zhang Meiyu remained silent because Tang Ye's matter was settled, and further discussion was useless.
Today, after consulting with Tang Zhongcheng, Zhang Meiyu had decided to visit a dream interpretation master together to decipher their shared dream.
It had been a long time since they last traveled in the same car.
Zhang Meiyu harbored a deep hatred for Tang Zhongcheng. If it weren't for Tang Xiaomin's situation, she would have had no contact with Tang Zhongcheng.
In the back seat, they were in the same space.
Yet their distance from each other was like the ends of the earth.
Tang Zhongcheng’s peripheral vision scanned Zhang Meiyu.
She had grown up in luxury, from a well-off family.
Therefore, her eyes always carried an innate arrogance.
Now, that arrogance was long gone.
In its place was a somberness.
Tang Zhongcheng wanted to speak to Zhang Meiyu, but by the time they arrived, he couldn't find any suitable words.
The car stopped in front of a shop named "Qimeng" (Wonderful Dream).
Although it was a commercial establishment, the dream interpretation master here had an excellent reputation and was widely known.
Zhang Meiyu had been deceived once before, so she had Steward Wang thoroughly investigate the background of this dream interpretation master.
Only after confirming that the person was reputable and had no shady past did they come to try.
This master also had a rule: he only interpreted one dream per day.
Zhang Meiyu didn't hold out much hope.
If the person dared to say anything detrimental to Tang Xiaomin, she would never believe them.
With this mindset, she entered the shop.
A waiter stepped forward to greet them and served them tea.
An old man sat before a tea table, reading a yellowed ancient book.
Seeing that two people had arrived, he said, "I only interpret one dream daily. The one who came later, please leave."
Tang Zhongcheng had entered after Zhang Meiyu, so he was naturally the one who should leave.
Tang Zhongcheng said, “Master, our dreams are the same, so it should only count as one dream.”
Hearing this, the old man looked at them with some curiosity.
“You say your dreams are the same. Words are not proof. Perhaps you could draw them for comparison.”
This showed that the master was a meticulous person.
The waiter brought paper and pens for Zhang Meiyu and Tang Zhongcheng.
“Please draw your respective dreams. If what you say is not true, please leave.”
Zhang Meiyu began to draw without much thought. Su Dan Novel Network
Afterward, Tang Zhongcheng did the same.
They were both educated individuals. While they weren't exceptionally gifted at drawing, their dreams were profoundly vivid.
They drew for a long time, and the painful scene in their dreams.
The more they drew, the more grim their expressions became.
It felt as if a sharp weapon was piercing their hearts.
After they finished drawing, the waiter handed their respective drawings to the master who was sipping tea.
The master looked at them for a long time, then calculated with his fingers.
After a while, he finally spoke, looking gravely at Zhang Meiyu and Tang Zhongcheng.
“What do you wish to ask?”