"Oh dear..." Madam Tang was frightened and hurried to Tang Si's side. "Xiao Si, what are you doing? That's your father."
She reached out to snatch the gun from Tang Si's hand, but he brushed her hand away and placed the pistol on the table.
His movements were slow, his expression calm and detached, his composed demeanor making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.
"I have brought the person home for you to marry. However, I will never touch her in this lifetime," Tang Si said, then looked up at his father. "If you force me again, I will ensure you never have a son like me again."
"You've grown up, your wings have hardened, and you dare to threaten me?" Father Tang's face turned red, and he wished he could rush forward and slap Tang Si a few times to vent his anger.
Zhao Wuyan, standing behind him, watched Tang Si intently. Listening to his words, she deeply understood the meaning of heart-wrenching pain.
He...
Would rather die than touch her again?
"You are my father, how could I dare to threaten you?" Tang Si raised an eyebrow on one side, a sarcastic smile on his lips. "My elder brother loves music and painting, yet you forced him to return and inherit the family business. I love Shi Ran, but you forced me to marry Zhao Wuyan. Look, how pathetic it is to be your son. Everyone has to live according to your plan."
"I agreed to marry her as you requested, and you still want me to sleep with her? What do you take me for?" Tang Si poked his chest with his finger. "I am a human being, not your commercial sacrifice!"
"Xiao Si, how are you talking to your father?" Madam Tang, noticing her husband's displeased expression, tugged on Tang Si's sleeve. "Alas, it's alright, it's alright. Your mind has been a bit chaotic lately, calm down first."
"Calm down about what? If that scoundrel is unwilling to spend the night with Wuyan today, then he can get out of the Tang family forever. I, Tang Boren, will pretend I never had such a son!"
Father Tang trembled with rage, his fists clenched, veins bulging on the back of his hands.
If he hadn't known Tang Si was weak, he would have rushed forward and kicked him a couple of times.
"If I leave, who will manage the family business for you?" Tang Si laughed instead of getting angry. "Let me remind you, my elder brother is already gone. In the future of the Tang family, only I can help you."
Long before he and Zhao Wuyan went upstairs, Tang Ziwei had sent him a message saying he was leaving.
At this moment, Tang Ziwei had already left the Tang family.
Trying to find him again would be no easy feat.
"Wh-what?" Father Tang was stunned, his brows furrowed. He quickly picked up his phone to call Tang Ziwei.
As the phone number was dialed, a cold, robotic voice answered, "Hello, the user you have dialed has switched off. Please try again later."
Yes, the phone was indeed turned off.
Madam Tang, overwhelmed by the situation, anxiously asked Tang Boren, "How is it, did you get through?"
"He's turned off his phone," Father Tang said disbelievingly.
"I'll call, I'll call," Madam Tang took out her phone to call Tang Ziwei, while Father Tang had already turned and left the room, heading downstairs to find Tang Ziwei.
Tang Si watched his father's retreating back, then, as he withdrew his gaze, he glanced at Zhao Wuyan. Scorn flickered in his eyes, and he turned to lie down on the bed, opening his game with an air of nonchalance.
In the bedroom, the music from the game interface played, and the sound of 'timi' was exceptionally loud, and exceptionally sarcastic.
Due to Tang Ziwei's sudden unavailability, Father and Mother Tang lost interest in Zhao Wuyan, merely placating her perfunctorily. "Wuyan, Xiao Si isn't in a very good state of mind right now, so please be understanding. Let's calm down for a while, give him some time to adjust, perhaps he'll get better gradually. After all, hearts are made of flesh and blood; if you treat him well, you might just warm his heart."