Chapter 89: You’ll Always Pay the Price for What You Did
Tang Weisheng knew that this day would come, it was just a matter of time.
"What's that?" Tang Wansu's voice trembled. "Revenge?" She had forbidden Tang Weisheng to touch something since childhood, yet this child still thought about it today. It wasn't that she didn't want him to have his own preferences, but Tang Wansu saw through his superficial appearance and saw that Tang Weisheng wanted to be ordinary. Why was Ran Yao's son so brilliant, while her son didn't even have a basic surname and was still unknown?
Tang Wansu felt quite disheartened. She pushed Tang Weisheng's hand away and spoke word by word, "You didn't return to the old house, hiding from us who wanted to help you rise. Xuanzhe's mother and I are so incompatible, yet you're getting closer and closer to Xuanzhe. How good! Your uncle asked you to do the business, but you avoided Quan Yi as far as possible and didn't want to clash with Xuanzhe. What's worse!" Tang Wansu pointed outside, her voice very low, filled with deep contempt and disgust, "You even fell in love with another man!"
The last sentence was like a sharp knife piercing Tang Weisheng's heart and lungs. No blood was seen, but his mouth was full of the taste of rust.
After a brief silence, Tang Wansu suddenly raised her voice: "Speak!"
"Yes." Tang Weisheng nodded. "I've fallen in love with a man." He looked at his mother, pleading with her, hoping she would understand. "Mom, do you still think Xuanzhe's mother sees you as a rival? I've met that woman. She wouldn't. Quanyi's current success was achieved by Xuanzhe himself. It has nothing to do with me. Let's be good..."
"Ah!!!" Tang Wansu suddenly screamed, turned around, took down the poster hanging on the wall, and pretended to smash it to the ground. She couldn't bear it anymore! Every word Tang Weisheng said made her feel betrayed. If it was really as her son said, then all the grievances and suffering she had endured over the years would be nothing!
Tang Weisheng reached out to catch it, but the glass frame fell headfirst onto his arm. He felt numb at first, then a sharp pain came over him. The glass shattered all over the floor. At the same time, Tan Li pushed the door open and came in.
Tang Weisheng's cold body suddenly fell into a warm embrace. The person protected him tightly, and his depressed and desperate mood strangely revived a little. Tang Weisheng looked up and saw Tan Li's cold and stern face.
Tan Li leaned sideways, blocking most of Tang Wansu's razor-sharp gaze. His hands were firmly fixed on Tang Weisheng's waist, bearing most of his weight. He had heard the entire conversation between the two. He looked at Tang Wansu's distorted face and suddenly chuckled. "Auntie, it's understandable that you want to prove yourself and to show off, but don't drag everyone down with you. Weisheng won't like it."
Tan Li's eyes were even more sticky and sharp than Tang Wansu's. "If he doesn't like it, you can't force him."
When she was young, someone told her, "A country girl can't possibly be accepted into a refined household." Tang Wansu had a deep memory of this. For decades afterward, even if a mouthful of blood got stuck in her throat, she wouldn't lose her composure in front of outsiders. She had seen Ran Yao's natural elegance and composure, and subconsciously had been imitating her. Seeing Tan Li now, Tang Wansu took a deep breath, as if to prove something morbidly, and said with a smile, "Weisheng is my son."
"Yes, he is your son, not your tool." Tan Li felt Tang Weisheng's body trembling uncontrollably. One hand went around to the back and gently stroked his back, and continued to talk to Tang Wansu, "Weisheng can coexist peacefully with Xuanzhe, and the Xuan family will prosper in harmony. Isn't this great? Ran Yao has long stopped caring about the old things of adulthood. Why do you have to keep holding on to it?"
Tang Wansu was hit in the sore spot. Yes, she stood in the position of the mistress of the Xuan family in a mess, and forced herself to look at Ran Yao with the last bit of pleasure, but found that the woman had already left. The thing she cherished most was exactly the thing she despised the most. This strong gap, coupled with Tang Wansu's distorted psychology, could only lead to a wrong path, hurting others and herself.
It was not enough for her to torture herself, she also wanted to torture Tang Weisheng.
The sound of a door slamming violently broke the tinnitus that had plagued Tang Weisheng for a long time. The sound of wind seemed to come across the valley, carrying with it the hazy, anxious voice of Tan Li, "Weisheng! Weisheng!"
Tan Li's eyes were full of fear. Almost the moment Tang Wansu left, this person slipped out of his arms. Tan Li then sat down and hugged the person tightly, but found that Tang Weisheng's mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were full of pain caused by shortness of breath. He unconsciously grabbed Tan Li, as if grabbing the last straw. At the same time, Tan Li also saw Tang Weisheng's deeply hidden self-loathing that was engraved in his bones.
Tang Weisheng's neck tilted back in an arc that was about to break. One of his hands was tightly clasped with Tan Li's fingers, and the other hand was desperately pulling at the clothes on his chest, making a "clang clang" sound, as if the oxygen was cut off somewhere in his throat, causing the veins on his forehead to bulge.
"What's wrong? Can't you breathe?" Tan Li was filled with panic, cold sweat pouring out of his body. He was almost confused. He had the impression that although Tang Weisheng had irregular sleep and diet, it was not a big problem. He had obviously improved a lot after being with him. How could it be...
Tan Li staggered and picked up the man, staring at Tang Weisheng all the time. In a flash, he seemed to suddenly understand something. Instead of going to the car, he carried the man to the living room, took out a paper bag from the cabinet under the coffee table, opened it and covered Tang Weisheng's mouth and nose with it. He held the young man's shoulders tightly, and soon, his palms and the fabric of his clothes became damp. As time passed, Tang Weisheng's breathing gradually slowed down.
The cold sweat on Tan Li's forehead dripped onto Tang Weisheng's cheek.
The young man seemed to wake up, blinked tiredly, then raised his hand with difficulty and rubbed Tan Li's temples.
His action seemed like a signal of reprieve. Tan Li's shoulders slumped, and he looked even worse than Tang Weisheng. He gasped heavily several times.
Hyperventilation.
It often occurs in people with mental problems, intense emotions, and anxiety. During an attack, the body will deceive the brain into thinking that it is extremely lacking in oxygen, and then the breathing will speed up, exceeding the tolerance range, causing alkali poisoning in the blood.
There's nothing wrong with Tang Weisheng himself, he's just...
Tan Li landed a heavy punch on Tang Weisheng's ear, but the man lying there wasn't scared at all. Instead, he smiled faintly. Tang Weisheng tore off the paper bag and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay..."
"Is living in the Xuan family tiring for you?" Tan Li suddenly asked in the darkness.
Tang Weisheng did not answer. Is he tired? In fact, he is almost exhausted. He doesn't know why those people are so troublesome and want to drag him along to be the center of criticism. He admired Xuanzhe in his childhood, but was hated by the other party. He endured all kinds of rejection and contempt. He thought Tang Wansu could understand it a little, but his biological mother, the person closest to him, seemed to have no other hobbies except for forcing him, and now she despised him for liking a man.
"You see..." Tang Weisheng said, "I'm not good at all. My last name is wrong, my life is wrong, and the occasion where I met you is wrong. Tan Li, we will not be blessed to be together. I don't want you to regret it in the future. I..."
Tang Weisheng's next words were blocked by a finger extended by Tan Li. He raised his eyelids and saw that the man's eyes were bright, focused and affectionate, with only him in his black pupils.
"Patrick will always be with SpongeBob." Tan Li put an arm through Tang Weisheng's back and lifted him up. He shouldered all his responsibility, calmly and firmly saying, "Tang Weisheng, if you ever feel uneasy, just ask me. Ask me over and over again. My answer will never change. I have no regrets, absolutely not." He fastened the man's seat belt, bent down to kiss Tang Weisheng on the lips, and said gently, "You don't need a glass photo frame anymore. I'll get you a resin one. It's lighter."
***
Tang Weisheng slept very deeply. When he woke up, he saw a bright white ceiling and a disgusting smell of disinfectant. He moved his hand and it felt like a needle was pricking the back of his hand. When he moved again, his wrist was held down. Tang Weisheng turned his head and saw Xuan Zhe.
"Don't move." Xuan Zhe said lightly, leaning back in the chair, his legs crossed. The innate sense of oppression dissipated a little when he looked at Tang Weisheng.
As I said, Tang Weisheng doesn't like to show his weaknesses. He would rather lick his wounds alone. It is a miracle that he can accept Tan Li. It would be very embarrassing to face Xuan Zhe.
"I'm fine." Tang Weisheng said in a bad tone: "Tan Li informed you."
"Don't lose your temper just because someone likes you." Xuanzhe said solemnly, "You didn't give Tan Li a name. The hospital needs family members to sign. If I don't come, who will? Your mother?"
When Tang Wansu was mentioned, the atmosphere became somewhat cold.
In the end, Xuanzhe spoke first: "Perhaps you and I were wrong from the very beginning."
Tang Weisheng was surprised: "What?"
"You and I both thought that as long as we satisfied some of Tang Wansu's needs, she would stop in time." Xuan Zhe continued, "But it's obvious that this gave her the illusion that she could pull me down, which is why she keeps pushing you again and again."
Tang Weisheng pursed his lips and said, "She is my mother. If she wants to force me, I will just ignore her."
"Do you look like you don't care?" Xuan Zhe frowned. The doctor said that Tang Weisheng's illness was simply caused by holding it in. He swallowed all the sorrow and sadness into his stomach. There was always a time when his heart, liver, spleen and lungs could not bear it anymore. He deceived himself and finally pushed himself to a dead end.
Tang Weisheng closed his eyes, "So what do you want?"
Xuanzhe: "I have stopped your uncle's business. Since leaving room for maneuver will not achieve the expected results, it is better to destroy it first and then build it. Without bargaining chips in hand, your mother will naturally not be able to make trouble. And..." Xuanzhe paused, "Why didn't I realize that you are such a pedantic person before? You do whatever Tang Wansu asks you to do. If you have the momentum to confront me, she will not dare to take advantage of you..."
Tang Weisheng was confused by Xuanzhe's questions, "When have I ever been rude to you?"
Xuanzhe sneered in response.
Tang Weisheng: “…”
When the curtains were drawn, Tang Weisheng realized it was already noon the next day. The sky had finally cleared up after the rain. He sat up and leaned against the headboard: "Where's Tan Li?"
"I went to buy you some food." Xuanzhe's expression became strange for a moment, as if he was gloating in advance. "The doctor told you to eat a light diet."
Tang Weisheng didn't understand.
Ten minutes later, Wen Shuang came in with a pot of spicy hot pot. The spicy and fragrant smell formed a sharp contrast with the white porridge in her hand.
Tang Weisheng: “…”
"You'll have to pay for what you've done." Wen Shuang slurped down her noodles, her mouth full of red oil. "Last time I couldn't eat seafood, do you remember how you treated me? Now we're even."
Tang Weisheng threw the spoon, and the handle made a crisp sound when it collided with the porcelain bowl. He pointed at Wen Shuang and said, "We'll be even if you choke me."
"I'm not stupid." Wen Shuang stuffed a meatball into her mouth, "Do you think I'm you?"
Tang Weisheng completely lost his appetite, turned to look at Tan Li who was fiddling with flowers, and asked with a vicious look: You let him bully me?
Tan Li blinked: "One is your brother and the other is your sister-in-law. How dare I, an outsider, say anything?"
Tang Weisheng: “…”
The system that witnessed the whole process and was flying in the air: "..." Routine, all routine.
It’s not that Tan Li didn’t want to help, but he knew that Tang Weisheng actually liked this kind of atmosphere.
Mental illness is difficult to cure. Some things are so deeply rooted that they cannot be guessed at with ordinary people's thinking. For example, although Tan Li's father died early, he was very rich in family affection and his mother had nothing to say about him, so he could not understand what Tang Wansu did, and could not truly empathize with Tang Weisheng's struggle and pain.
But Tan Li felt very distressed.
That's enough.
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