"So, I guessed right, Tang Xu really went to accompany Tang Yiyi, hmph..."
Tang Xiaomin glanced at them with a complex expression, then let out a mocking smile.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on Zhang Meiyu, fearing she would be enraged.
However, Zhang Meiyu did not appear furious.
"If he doesn't come back, so be it. It's rare for Xiaomin to be back, let's all eat well."
...
Zhang Meiyu was too calm today.
This was not like her.
What was going on?
Tang Xiaomin felt that Zhang Meiyu was very strange today.
But she couldn't quite articulate why.
Dinner was uneventful.
After dinner, Zhang Meiyu used the excuse of the rain outside to ask Tang Xiaomin to stay the night.
With the persuasion of Butler Wang, Tang Xiaomin agreed to stay.
Afterward, they sat in the living room, and Zhang Meiyu started talking about Tang Yu's affairs.
"Tang Yu, how serious is your relationship with Wang Na?"
Wang Na was the daughter of the Wang family. Before the Tang family had a marriage contract with the Ye family, the Wang family had already started collaborating with the Tang family.
The Wang family was a wealthy elite, managing several entertainment venues.
After that collaboration, Wang Na and Tang Yu had even dated.
It's just...
At this moment, Tang Yu's expression was somewhat unsightly.
"When Tang's collapsed, we broke up."
Zhang Meiyu frowned slightly.
"Is it because Tang's collapsed that she broke up with you?"
"We are not a good match. Rather than being looked down upon, it's better to withdraw early and preserve some dignity."
As he said this, Tang Yu glared at Tang Xiaomin with anger.
"Tang Xiaomin, you insisted on your way and ruined Tang's, and now you've taken Tang's for yourself. Are you satisfied!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xiaomin looked at Tang Yu mockingly.
"Reasonably satisfied."
...
"You..."
Looking at Tang Xiaomin's gaze, Tang Yu's animosity grew.
He truly couldn't bear to see Tang Xiaomin and stormed out of the house.
"Tang Yu, where are you going?" Zhang Meiyu asked.
Tang Yu said indifferently, "As long as I'm not under the same roof as her, I can go anywhere."
His words were filled with digs at Tang Xiaomin.
Tang Yu left.
Zhang Meiyu said, "Tang's is gone, it's natural for him to feel unhappy. Xiaomin, don't take it to heart."
"I don't deign to care about people like that," Tang Xiaomin said, then went back to her room.
In her room, one wall was empty.
She had once said she wanted a wall of fish tanks to make Tang Yiyi uncomfortable.
Tang Yu had confidently promised to arrange it for her personally.
To this day, it had not been realized.
Tang Xiaomin sneered. She didn't turn on the lights and lay on the bed playing with her phone.
Yan Jue was crazy about online chatting, wanting to bombard her twenty-four hours a day.
More than an hour later, Tang Xiaomin suddenly heard movement outside, and the doorknob turned.
She quickly put down her phone and closed her eyes.
Soon, footsteps slowly approached.
Tang Xiaomin recognized the faint scent of perfume as belonging to Zhang Meiyu.
However, at this late hour, why was she sneaking into her room?
Zhang Meiyu had no intention of waking Tang Xiaomin.
After a while, the quilt was gently lifted.
Tang Xiaomin hadn't changed into pajamas; she was still wearing a white shirt and jeans.
After lifting the quilt, Zhang Meiyu, with trembling hands, unbuttoned Tang Xiaomin's white shirt.
At this point, Tang Xiaomin could no longer hold back. She grabbed Zhang Meiyu's hand and sat up in bed.
"What are you doing?"
Zhang Meiyu's face showed panic, and she quickly explained.
"I... I just wanted to see if you were sleeping well..."
Tang Xiaomin didn't believe her and frowned.
"Why are you secretly lifting my clothes?"
Facing Tang Xiaomin's questioning, Zhang Meiyu felt guilty, but more so curious.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Meiyu fell into thought, her expression tinged with pain.
"Xiaomin, I... I had a nightmare. I dreamed that there was a ghastly scar on your waist, so I wanted to see if you really had such a scar on your body."
So that's it?
Hearing this, Tang Xiaomin released Zhang Meiyu's hand.
She didn't know what to say.
Zhang Meiyu's gaze shifted to Tang Xiaomin's waist again.
In the dream, she remembered the wound was on her left waist.
Zhang Meiyu, with trembling hands, once again lifted Tang Xiaomin's clothes.
As she slowly lifted them, Tang Xiaomin's fair and slender waist was gradually revealed.
*Clink.*
Afraid she couldn't see clearly, Zhang Meiyu turned on the bedside lamp.
As the warm yellow light turned on, Zhang Meiyu saw the scene on Tang Xiaomin's waist.
There was indeed a red mark on it.
"How could this be!"
"How could this happen!"
!!!
Zhang Meiyu excitedly touched Tang Xiaomin's "scar," but soon she noticed something was wrong.
That diagonal red mark didn't look like a scar from a sharp object that had healed.
It was as if the red mark had a color difference from the surrounding skin.
"How could this be? Why do you have a red mark on your waist?"
Even though she had been reborn, Tang Xiaomin's waist inexplicably had this red mark.
Time could not turn back, and this was not the past, but a future in a diverging timeline.
This red mark silently testified to the wicked act of the Tang family forcing her onto the operating table to harvest her kidney.
Tang Xiaomin stared intently at Zhang Meiyu.
"Do you really want to know how this red mark came to be?"
Hearing this, Zhang Meiyu's face turned pale, and she was speechless.
Tang Xiaomin pushed away Zhang Meiyu's hand from her waist and tidied her clothes.
After a moment of silence.
"You said you had a nightmare, can you tell me about it properly? What exactly did you dream?"
Recalling that nightmare, Zhang Meiyu felt heartbroken.
"I dreamed that I forced you onto the operating table, and after the surgery, you... you were no longer well."
"I don't know why I forced you like that, how could I possibly force you?"
From Zhang Meiyu's words, she didn't know the reason.
It was probably because she had been on the verge of death several times, and her memories were muddled.
Tang Xiaomin asked again, "In the dream, what surgery did I have?"
"You... you had... had..." Zhang Meiyu stammered.
She seemed very reluctant to say it.
"What surgery did you have?" Tang Xiaomin asked again.
Zhang Meiyu closed her eyes heavily.
"You had... you had a kidney removal surgery." She said it quieter and quieter.
"And for whom was it done?" Tang Xiaomin asked again.
This time, Zhang Meiyu burst into tears.
"It was Tang Yiyi."
!!!
It seemed she knew quite clearly.
Tang Xiaomin just watched her quietly, neither pleased nor angry, without a word.
Zhang Meiyu felt the gaze from Tang Xiaomin, and her feelings at this moment were no different from being cut alive.
Tears flowed unceasingly.
From the moment she saw the faint red mark on Tang Xiaomin's waist,
Zhang Meiyu firmly believed that the nightmare might not have been a nightmare.
"I... what have I done..."
Zhang Meiyu broke down and cried in front of Tang Xiaomin.
Like a child who had broken their beloved toy.