Tang Xiaomin rolled her eyes at Yan Jue.
"We need to abide by the law and be good citizens."
Alright, she knew she couldn't be ruthless towards the scum of the Tang family.
Otherwise, with that family, no number of lives would be enough for them to die.
After Lu Xing left, Tang Xiaomin asked Yan Jue a question.
"Do you think I am still the same me as before?"
Yan Jue said, "Logically speaking, when a person's physical body perishes, they are no longer the original person."
"Is that so?"
Tang Xiaomin was silent, pondering for a long time.
Until Lu Xing walked into the office again.
"Mr. Yan, our flight to Mingdu is in an hour."
After Lu Xing left.
Yan Jue looked at Tang Xiaomin, who was questioning her existence, and dotingly rubbed her head.
"I have a surprise for you."
Tang Xiaomin looked up at him with bright eyes, awaiting his words.
But Yan Jue smiled and played coy.
"I'll tell you when I get back from my business trip. Also, you are not allowed to flirt with any other men."
"If I find out, I'll kill them one by one, understand?"
Tang Xiaomin was speechless.
To reassure Yan Jue before he left for his business trip, she could only pat her chest and promise.
"Don't worry, I'm so fierce. Besides you having a heavy taste, others probably wouldn't dare to look at me."
"But there are men who like you this way. As long as they are good-looking, they don't care if you are human or a ghost."
"Minmin, men are more terrifying than you imagine. No matter where you go, you must let Zhongli accompany you."
Tang Xiaomin nodded helplessly.
"I know, you're more naggy than my dad."
"Because I love you more than your dad."
...
After much nagging, Yan Jue finally left for his business trip.
Ye Fengxing was now using Tang Yu, treating him as cannon fodder, which was not a good sign.
Tang Xiaomin disdained such unscrupulous methods.
Tang Yu was not that foolish, yet he still chose to be manipulated by Ye Fengxing.
This showed how deep his hatred was and how much he resented losing the Tang Corporation.
In the evening, Butler Wang called again.
"Miss, Madam and the chef have prepared dinner. They started busy from noon until now. She hopes you can come back and eat with them."
Hearing this, Tang Xiaomin was startled.
"I remember she never went into the kitchen."
"Madam said that she used to order you around, and now that she's cooking herself, she wants to make up for it a little."
"Miss, please forgive me for speaking out of turn, but the Tang Corporation is gone, and Madam has not blamed you once. You should understand Madam's remorse."
"Besides, she cut her hand while cooking earlier."
...
After hanging up the phone, Tang Xiaomin hesitated for a moment.
In the end, she decided to return to the Tang family for a visit.
When she arrived, Tang Xiaomin didn't see Tang Ye or the others.
Zhang Meiyu, wearing a floral apron, was standing by the dining table, arranging plates.
She moved them back and forth, very meticulous.
As she turned her head casually, she caught sight of Tang Xiaomin, who had just arrived.
Instantly, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Xiaomin, you're here. Dinner is ready, and we can eat soon."
After speaking, Zhang Meiyu quickly took off her apron and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.
Only the two of them sat at the dining table, facing each other.
Tang Xiaomin noticed that Zhang Meiyu's left index finger was indeed bandaged with a band-aid.
She was a very particular person. Even if a manicure wasn't perfect, she would be dissatisfied.
Her hands were also meticulously maintained at a great expense. At over fifty, her skin was as tender as a twenty-year-old's.
Now, her fingers were bare, indicating they had been soaked in water for quite some time.
Tang Xiaomin ate a few dishes in silence, chewing them carefully.
"I asked the chef to teach me how to make it. How does it taste?" Zhang Meiyu asked.
To be honest, the taste was not good at all.
However, since Zhang Meiyu rarely cooked, Tang Xiaomin didn't want to discourage her too much.
"It's very well done. Don't do it next time."
Zhang Meiyu's expression turned grim.
Seeing her like that, Tang Xiaomin added a few more words.
"I'm very busy with work now, and I might not have time to eat with you in the future."
Hearing this, Zhang Meiyu felt bitter, and her nose tingled.
Eating a meal together had become a luxury.
"Then I won't cook anymore. We'll just make do with what we have today."
Zhang Meiyu tasted a few bites herself, her face growing even more somber.
She had rarely eaten such unpalatable food in her life.
She then looked at Tang Xiaomin, who was eating silently with a poker face.
It was difficult for her to eat such terrible food.
When the meal was almost over, Butler Wang suddenly said, "Madam, outside... Mr. Tang is here. He wants to see you."
So soon, Tang Zhongcheng was out.
It showed how false his sincerity of repentance and self-improvement in prison was.
Without a second thought, Zhang Meiyu said coldly, "Tell him to get lost."
"Yes."
Butler Wang went out again.
The mistakes Tang Zhongcheng had made were unforgivable.
Zhang Meiyu would never forgive him in this lifetime.
After eating, Tang Xiaomin left.
As she was leaving, she inevitably encountered Tang Zhongcheng.
Tang Zhongcheng seemed very eager to see Zhang Meiyu and refused to leave obediently.
Upon seeing Tang Xiaomin, Tang Zhongcheng was stunned for a moment and then walked towards her.
However, due to the intimidating presence of Zhongli, his bodyguard, Tang Zhongcheng could not approach Tang Xiaomin and maintained a distance of three meters.
"Xiaomin, I have something to ask you."
"I saw a red mark on your waist that day. What exactly was that? Tell me?"
Tang Xiaomin hadn't expected Tang Zhongcheng to have such keen eyesight.
Just then, Zhang Meiyu also came out. Hearing Tang Zhongcheng mention the red mark on Tang Xiaomin's waist,
She couldn't help but shudder.
"How is that possible? How did you know about the red mark on Xiaomin's waist?"
Zhang Meiyu walked forward agitatedly and questioned Tang Zhongcheng.
Tang Zhongcheng, seeing Zhang Meiyu, lowered his head.
"I... I had a nightmare. That day when I was signing the house contract, I accidentally saw a bit of it."
"Could it be that you also know about the red mark on Xiaomin's waist?"
...
Zhang Meiyu and Tang Zhongcheng suddenly found common ground and looked at each other.
Zhang Meiyu said, "I also had a nightmare. What was yours like?"
"I dreamed that Xiaomin was lying in a hospital bed, and she had a wound on her waist. In the dream, Xiaomin was already..."
Tang Zhongcheng couldn't finish the rest.
Because it was too heartbreaking.
So, Tang Zhongcheng and Zhang Meiyu had both had the same nightmare.
Both of them found it unbelievable and looked at each other.
How could there be such a coincidence in this world?
They both looked at Tang Xiaomin, hoping she would say something.
Little did they know that their nightmares were a true experience of Tang Xiaomin's past.
Tang Xiaomin remained silent because whenever she recalled those past events, her emotions would invariably fluctuate.
Zhongli glared at them fiercely and said impatiently, "You reap what you sow. It shows how wicked your thoughts are, you two. To have the same nightmare together."