The words carried a clear undertone of anger.
Tang Xiaomin, after a moment of thought, threw a task at Yan Jue.
"Buy me a villa near your company."
Upon hearing this, Yan Jue's eyes brightened considerably.
"Although I'm very busy with work, if you beg me, I'll reluctantly buy you a large villa."
Pfft...
Lu Xing could no longer hold back his laughter.
Yan Jue kicked him.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Mr. Yan, I just thought of something funny."
"What is it that's so funny?"
"Yesterday, a corpse delivered by a client actually came back to life in the middle of the night, hehe..."
...
Tang Xiaomin couldn't help but chuckle.
"Then it's settled. I'm leaving now, you should go back soon too. Goodnight."
With a simple "goodnight," Yan Jue lost all reason, watching Tang Xiaomin get into a car and drive away.
"Lu Xing, she asked me to buy a house. She definitely wants to live with me."
Lu Xing was speechless. She hadn't said anything about moving in; he had conjured it all himself.
It's best not to break the illusion, he wished him success.
Otherwise, he would be heartbroken again.
The Ye family was in chaos.
Before Mr. Ye fell ill, he still instructed the servants not to touch the smashed coffin.
Even the itinerant Immortal Zhang was flown in overnight.
Immortal Zhang, with his white beard and ethereal demeanor, looked refreshed.
Despite being one hundred and fifty years old, he appeared no older than sixty.
Standing by the damaged coffin, Immortal Zhang noticed something peculiar.
"The identity of the person who sent this coffin is quite extraordinary."
Butler Ye said, "He's a young man, but he specializes in funerals and makes money from the deceased."
Immortal Zhang nodded, his expression grave.
"A funeral specialist sending a lavish and valuable coffin is indeed a generous gift."
Butler Ye was a bit confused.
"Immortal, although it's a generous gift, sending a coffin is rather inauspicious and insulting."
Immortal Zhang shook his head.
"Since ancient times, when an elder in a family is ailing, their family would prepare a coffin for longevity, to bring good luck. In modern psychology, what people fear most tends to happen. Those who fear death, filled with anxiety, often scare themselves. After their family prepares a longevity coffin, they implicitly accept their fate, become more open-minded and enlightened, live more freely and comfortably, and thus live longer."
It was like cancer patients.
Before the diagnosis, they might be fine.
After confirmation, they often passed away quickly.
Butler Ye considered it and found some logic in it.
"So, him sending a coffin is actually a good thing?"
Immortal Zhang shook his head, his expression growing more solemn.
"The coffin itself is a good thing, but the problem is, the coffin sent to the Ye family was destroyed. This signifies that wealth cannot be kept."
Everyone finally understood.
No wonder Mr. Ye was so enraged that he spat blood on the spot.
"Immortal, after the coffin was smashed, the old master immediately fell ill. What can be done?"
Immortal Zhang stroked his white beard and remained silent for a long time.
Butler Ye was on the verge of despair when Immortal Zhang finally spoke.
"Find someone to repair the coffin and perform a ritual, and there will be no problem."
Hearing this, Butler Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
"Immortal, please convey this to Mr. Ye personally, so he can be at ease."
A troubled mind requires a soothing remedy.
After Immortal Zhang explained the situation to Mr. Ye, the old master's complexion improved significantly.
At his age, his greatest concern was the Ye family.
Being able to resolve this crisis naturally put him at ease.
"Immortal Zhang, thank you for your trouble."
Immortal Zhang cupped his hands. "There's no need for such words, old master. Your ancestors were kind to me, and I am now helping the Ye family to repay that kindness."
That night, Immortal Zhang chanted scriptures and performed exorcisms at the Ye residence.
Tang Residence.
After Tang Zhongcheng returned from the Ye family, and due to the words he spoke at the banquet, the couple argued all night.
Their relationship had completely fractured.
Tang Zhongcheng spent his days in the study, avoiding contact with Zhang Meiyu.
He maintained this precarious marriage through silence.
However, a call from the hospital made Tang Zhongcheng's scalp tingle once more.
The hospital director, who had often benefited from Tang Zhongcheng's generosity, would inform him of any significant developments.
"Mr. Tang, your son Tang Yu has submitted two samples for DNA identification."
"What? And whose sample is the other one?"
"It's Tang Yiyi's."
Hearing that Tang Yu had secretly requested a sibling DNA test with Tang Yiyi, Tang Zhongcheng's mind went blank.
Could it be that Tang Yu had discovered something?
Tang Yu was a man who could keep his composure and harbor his thoughts.
Such a clandestine test must mean he suspected something.
What exactly had he found out?
"Director, I will donate a batch of medical equipment to your hospital. I hope my kindness will allow my family to remain harmonious."
The director immediately understood.
"Don't mention it, Mr. Tang is benevolent and kind. Family harmony is only right. Please rest assured."
They say money makes the world go 'round, and Tang Zhongcheng was utilizing its power to its fullest.
However, before he could regain his composure, Butler Wang knocked on the door.
"Sir, the madam has asked you to come downstairs. She has something important to discuss."
"What is it?"
"You'll know when you go down."
Tang Zhongcheng walked downstairs, puzzled, only to see Tang Yiyi kneeling on the floor, while Zhang Meiyu sat on the sofa, cursing Tang Yiyi.
"The Tang family has raised you for almost twenty years, and I never expected to raise such a greedy wretch."
Tang Yiyi knelt on the floor, crying aggrievedly and denying the accusations.
"Mom, I don't understand what you're saying. I really don't know..."
Slap!
Slap!
Zhang Meiyu slapped Tang Yiyi twice, hard across the face.
She then threw her phone into Tang Yiyi's hand and roared.
"How dare you deny it? Look at yourself!"
Tang Zhongcheng walked down, his brow furrowed, feeling utterly helpless.
"Why is Yiyi kneeling again? You're going too far."
Slap!
As soon as Tang Zhongcheng finished speaking, Zhang Meiyu slapped him across the face.
"Tang Zhongcheng, you insist on favoring this adopted daughter, do you? Fine, take her and get out of the Tang family!"
"Tang Yiyi has malicious intentions and took a video at the Ye family's banquet to slander Xiaomin. You're complicit in this. Neither of you are good people. Get out! Get out immediately!"
Tang Zhongcheng immediately retorted.
"What nonsense are you spouting? In that situation, I had no choice."
Tang Zhongcheng was stubbornly defiant, refusing to see the truth until it was too late.
Tang Xiaomin said from the side, "Ye Fengxing personally sent me the investigation results. Tang Zhongcheng, haven't you checked to see at what point you exposed yourself?"
Tang Yiyi, kneeling on the ground, her hand holding the phone limply, her face ashen.
Her body listed and trembled, no longer possessing its initial confidence.