After sitting on the sofa for a while, Meng Jingwei made a phone call to Qi He, "Accompany me to the capital."
Since Director Li had given her two days off, she might as well take the opportunity to fly to the capital to investigate Qing Kangyu's condition.
"Okay, boss. Where are you? I'll come and pick you up now."
Qi He knew Meng Jingwei's intention for going to the capital, so he didn't ask too many questions.
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Tang Family Villa.
Tang Si, who was injured after the car accident, refused to be hospitalized for recovery. Instead, he indulged in constant drinking, causing his health to deteriorate day by day.
Knock, knock, knock—
In the morning, Tang Si refused to get up for meals. Zhao Wuyan knocked on his room door but received no response. She then turned the doorknob and walked directly in.
Tang Si was nowhere to be seen on the bed. Zhao Wuyan spotted a person lying on the lounge chair on the balcony.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she slowly walked over.
Even though it was only morning, the balcony was already filled with a strong smell of alcohol, hitting her as she approached.
Tang Si lay on the lounge chair with his eyes closed. His haggard face was slightly sallow, and a stubble had grown around his mouth, giving him a dispirited air.
"Drinking in the morning is bad for your stomach. Have some porridge."
Zhao Wuyan felt heartbroken for Tang Si and knew he was mistreating himself. She felt sad but didn't know how to comfort him.
Ever since Shi Ran left, he had been like this, and Zhao Wuyan couldn't help but feel jealous.
What was so special about Shi Ran that made Tang Si lose his senses and drink himself into a stupor every day?
Tang Si squinted at a large tree in the courtyard. His right hand, dangling over the armrest, shook the wine glass he was holding. He raised it and took a large gulp of wine.
After drinking, his hand seemed to fall back limply, and the glass in his hand shattered with a bang, scattering shards everywhere. A few drops of undrunk red wine also stained the clean white floor, looking particularly striking.
"Even if you live in the Tang family for the rest of your life, I will not marry you," Tang Si said, each word enunciated clearly.
A single sentence, like a finely crafted sharp dagger, pierced into the heart, causing bleeding before any pain could even be felt.
"I just saw you've been in a bad mood lately and wanted to keep you company."
Zhao Wuyan crouched down and picked up the broken glass shards from the floor, putting them into the trash can. She put on a gentle and virtuous demeanor, "You said yourself that a forced melon is not sweet. I have accepted my fate."
Her hypocritical words were meant only for Tang Si to hear.
"Heh."
Tang Si knew Zhao Wuyan's character well enough to gauge the truth in her words.
He gave a cold laugh and remained silent, lazily closing his eyes and saying no more.
After a long silence, Zhao Wuyan tidied everything up. Looking at Tang Si, who was feigning sleep with his eyes closed, she opened her mouth slightly as if to say something, but it felt stuck in her throat.
Finally, she turned around silently and left the room.
The moment she closed Tang Si's room door, her eyes welled up with tears, and a nameless sense of grievance surged within her.
As the pampered daughter of the Zhao family, she was cherished by her family, yet Tang Si now completely ignored her.
Her eyes felt hot, and the misty tears blurred her vision. A tear unashamedly slid from the corner of her eye, trickling down her chin and onto her clothes.
"Here."
At that moment, someone handed her a tissue.
Zhao Wuyan turned her head and saw that it was Tang Si's elder brother, Tang Ziwei.
Seeing him, Zhao Wuyan's gaze flickered with unease. She felt guilty and didn't dare to meet his eyes, turning away directly.
"Wuyan."
Tang Ziwei called out to her retreating figure.
Zhao Wuyan paused in her steps, her body stiffening. Her heart pounded erratically.
"There must be sacrifice for gain. You are an adult and should learn to weigh the pros and cons," Tang Ziwei reminded her kindly.
Others might not understand, but Zhao Wuyan knew exactly what Tang Ziwei meant.
She bit her red lip, her pupils filled with complex emotions. Her hand involuntarily went to her belly, and she finally strode downstairs with large steps.