Chapter 45 The One-Way Mirror, Punishment...
The Tang family is a medical family that has been passed down for thirteen generations.
His students are spread throughout the medical field, and the old man is almost eighty years old, but he still goes to the hospital to see patients from time to time.
From connections and resources to family tradition and reputation, the Song family is considered to have climbed a social ladder in every aspect.
It was because of Song Moyan's good character and conduct that Grandpa Tang reluctantly asked his granddaughter to go and meet him, only to find out that he turned out to be such a scoundrel.
She not only likes men, but she also likes her own younger brother!
Even if this younger brother has no blood relation to the Song family, he has been raised in the Song family for so many years since he was a child. Who can guarantee that he only fell in love with this younger brother after he found out that he was not his biological brother?
If it were before...
That's not the main point.
The key point is that, under the premise that he "had someone he liked," he shamelessly went on a blind date with Miss Tang.
What's this?
What do they take the Tang family for?
Immediately, condemnations and insults poured in.
Song Jingguo, a man nearing sixty, was verbally abused over the phone, yet he couldn't say anything and could only keep apologizing.
"If the Song family cannot provide a satisfactory answer to this matter, my Tang family will not let it go so easily!"
Without giving him any further explanation, the call was abruptly ended.
The study fell into a deathly silence.
"Father."
Before Song Moyan could even speak, an ashtray came hurtling straight at his face and shattered at his feet.
"Look at the mess you've made!" Song Jingguo slammed his fist on the desk, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot. "You've completely disgraced the Song family!!"
The sound traveled outside through the half-open door.
Song Xuechen shrugged, her face already deathly pale. Despite the constant 28-degree temperature inside the villa, it felt like being in an ice cellar.
Song Jingguo's violent and angry shouts could still be heard from time to time.
Do you know how much effort your mother went through to get in touch with the Tang family?
"You've ruined everything!!"
"Look for yourself, look at how the internet is portraying our Song family!"
...
"Hey you outside, get in here!!!"
A thunderclap struck, and my limbs felt as if they had been electrocuted and went limp.
Song Xuechen had to slow down for a long time with every movement. When she finally reached the door three meters away, she could no longer walk and dared not lift her head at all.
"This matter," Song Jingguo said, tapping the table hard with a finger, "shouldn't you give me an explanation first, hmm?"
The photo trending on social media was taken so cleverly, showing two people embracing each other so tightly that he couldn't find any reason to defend himself.
"You, you all." Song Jingguo was practically vomiting. He pointed at the eldest brother, then at the door. "Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, all these years, Dad has treated you like his own son. Is this how you repay us?"
"Dad, I..."
"This has nothing to do with Xiaoxue, it's me." Song Moyan covered his forehead and stepped to the side to block Song Xuechen's gaze. "It was me who liked Xiaoxue first."
"How dare you say that!"
Song Jingguo nearly fainted from anger, sweeping the documents off the table. "You two, you're acting like neither brothers! Now I'm asking you, what are you planning to do about this? How are you going to explain this to the Tang family? How are you going to explain it online? Tell me!!"
The blow to the Song family from such a huge scandal involving their successor is self-evident.
All the collaborations that were about to be negotiated were put on hold. Ostensibly, they said they would consider it further, but in reality, they were all waiting to see how things would develop.
If things go well, cooperation will continue; if things don't go as planned, and something like brothers getting together actually happens, then there's naturally no point in continuing the negotiations.
Song Jingguo asked what to do, but in reality, there was only one solution: to clearly define the boundaries between them.
Song Moyan and Song Xuechen, whether in the past or in the future, can only be brothers.
"Father!"
"Are you going to destroy the Song family?!"
With just one sentence, Song Moyan was rendered speechless.
Song Jingguo immediately shouted, "Hurry up and go to the Tang family to apologize!"
…………
"Haha, how was it? My acting was passable, right?"
"Let everyone know he tricked his wife into marriage. With everyone's spitting, he'll be drowned!"
"But I really didn't expect that his girlfriend would be Song Xuechen! To be honest, did you already know all along?"
Back home, Tang Yajun locked the door, took a relaxing bath, and then called Luo Yunqing. The call lasted nearly three minutes, but she did most of the talking.
Why aren't you saying anything? Is... Second Master next to you?
Not only that, he was listening to it on speakerphone on his phone.
All that could be heard in the room was Tang Yajun's gloating laughter. The happier she was, the more Luo Yunqing, who was sitting obediently on the sofa, wanted to bang her head against the wall.
"I bet that bastard will have to come and apologize again. So annoying." Tang Yajun, completely oblivious to anything amiss, asked, "What do you think I should do next?"
Luo Yunqing: I also want to know what I should do next!
"Speak up? Is Second Master really by your side?"
Pei Yanli remained silent, only raising an eyebrow at him to signal him to speak.
"I think," Luo Yunqing licked her dry lower lip, steeling her resolve, "that in this matter, Miss Tang, you are the victim."
"Hmm, hmm! And then?"
"You just need to adopt the posture of a victim." The voice trailed off. "As for everything else, isn't the Tang family there to support you?"
“Oh right, I’m the victim.” Tang Yajun got up and walked to the window, looking at the cars approaching from the gate in the distance, and chuckled: “His apology is his business, why should I accept it?”
Song Moyan's actions today alone are enough to disgust her for a long time. Forgive him? Never in her next life! That bastard who tricked her into marriage!
"Thanks for this."
"No, you're welcome."
The call was immediately disconnected.
The room fell silent.
"My wife's been quite busy tonight." Pei Yanli put down her phone, wheeled herself over to him, and reached out to hook his chin, which was hidden under his head. "Isn't that right, my wife?"
He was wondering from the beginning why Tang Ya-yun had been invited to the performance.
These two, aside from exchanging a few words at the hospital, didn't seem to have a deep relationship on ordinary days. Moreover, it happened not too early, not too late, but right after Tang Yajun and Song Moyan had finished their blind date.
I was just wondering at first, and didn't think much of it.
Until they stumbled upon Song Moyan's affair, everything that seemed amiss became plausible.
"You knew who Song Moyan's girlfriend was all along, didn't you?"
Luo Yunqing silently looked away, but he quickly pulled her back by pinching her chin.
"Wife, say something."
"I just made a guess."
When was it discovered?
Of course, it was in my past life...
With her toes slightly pointed upwards and her hands resting on her knees outstretched, Luo Yunqing felt guilty: "When I was recognized by the Song family."
Before Pei Yanli could ask any more questions, he quickly added, "Husband, I was wrong~"
Pei Yanli: "What did I do wrong?"
This is too broad a scope. It's inappropriate to team up with Tang Yajun to set a trap for Song Moyan, making him mistakenly believe that Tang Yajun was very satisfied with him.
He repeatedly provoked Song Xuechen, both openly and covertly, creating a crisis where Song Xuechen had no one to rely on except Song Moyan, forcing him to desperately grasp at this vine.
What's even worse is that she arranged for Yang Kang to "accidentally" pass by and take a picture...
Luo Yunqing was not good with words and didn't want to confess everything, so she proactively put her chin in his hand and rubbed it against him, saying, "You're wrong about everything."
If I had known he would figure it out so quickly, I should have thought of a safer approach.
"My wife is far too bold." A ticklish, tingling sensation ran through her palm. Seeing his obedient and ingratiating manner, Pei Yanli knew that he was not sincerely admitting his mistake. Besides—"My wife's mistake is not here, but rather... not telling me beforehand."
He reluctantly withdrew his hand, turned his wheelchair around, and looked slightly forlorn: "In my wife's eyes, what am I?"
Such a big thing was kept secret until it came to light.
What should he do to fix it if something goes wrong along the way?
"husband……"
"Am I your husband, or just a porcelain doll that you need to take care of?"
These words caught Luo Yunqing completely off guard.
He quickly stood up, ran to the man in two steps, and said urgently, "Honey, I didn't, I didn't mean that, I was just afraid of you..."
"Worry?"
Luo Yunqing nodded repeatedly.
Halfway through, I suddenly realized that the situation was no different from the last race.
He subconsciously tries to hide everything.
She feared that one day, Pei Yanli would discover that he was not obedient at all, and even worse, that he was an extremely despicable and wicked person.
"It's this way that makes me even more worried." A finger gently smoothed the furrowed brows. Pei Yanli hugged him and sighed softly, "I wonder if these things will drag you into it, and whether the people you've found are reliable."
"Husband, I..."
"Next time, try to discuss it with me."
Luo Yunqing blinked in surprise; this wasn't right.
He wasn't angry at all?
"Did you hear me clearly?"
"Did you hear me?"
Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Luo Yunqing smiled and kissed him twice. "Honey, what do you want for a late-night snack? I'll make it for you."
"Don't rush." Pei Yanli spread two fingers and held his waist, then poked his smiling face with her other hand. "You don't seem to know you're wrong at all. Do you really think I won't pursue this matter?"
The matter is in the past now. Luo Yunqing pouted and asked, "So, what does my husband want?"
Two minutes later, Luo Yunqing stared at the familiar-looking, one-shoulder robe on the bed.
He changed out of those clothes after the party, didn't he?
Pei Yanli: "Change into it."
Since she was in the wrong first, Luo Yunqing dared not object. It wasn't until she changed into a long robe and was pressed against the one-way glass window by the person who stood up that she realized, "Wait a minute, honey, this isn't right."
Something's not right.
Nothing's right!
Weren't we talking about what happened tonight?
“My wife never learns her lesson, so I have to…” The hand that was gripping her waist slowly slid into her robe and kneaded her, “to find a different way to teach her a lesson.”
Luo Yunqing could still remember her first time, and quickly begged for forgiveness: "I've already learned my lesson!"
"Oh?" Pei Yanli lowered his head and kissed the earlobe that had instantly turned red, asking softly, "What has my wife learned from this experience?"
"I will try to talk to my husband about everything from now on, and I will never again make decisions on my own."
The temperature behind me was getting hotter and hotter.
He had been holding back for the past few days of intensive rehearsals, and he couldn't wait to get back to work as soon as they ended.
"I'm so tired today."
Even Pei Yanli in her partially crippled state couldn't handle it!
"It's alright, I'll do it."
Several distinct finger marks were left on the one-way glass window. Luo Yunqing shrank back onto the bed, biting the corner of the blanket, wanting to cry.
But Pei Yanli insisted on continuing with the matter at hand: "Was that reporter also someone my wife arranged in advance?"
Luo Yunqing was already exhausted, and hummed, "Hmm..."
Is it reliable?
"I used to do odd jobs, and I used to squat with Brother Yang!"
"Brother Yang?"
Luo Yunqing was startled and quickly buried her head in the pillow.
Fortunately, Pei Yanli didn't dwell on it. She then leaned down and asked again, "This matter has had a significant impact on the Song family. What are your plans next, wife?"
Luo Yunqing: Can you please not say such serious things at a time like this!
He was in a daze, muttering a few words, not even knowing what he said, when he heard a firm "Okay" in his ear.
After nearly a week of abstinence, Luo Yunqing couldn't take it anymore and bit down on the other person's chin to fall asleep.
I slept until 11 a.m. the next morning.
Luo Yunqing hadn't fully recovered yet. After slurping down a few bites of breakfast, he picked up his phone and discovered that Song Jingguo had sent him several messages, all expressing his gratitude to Pei Yanli.
What did you do?
Pei Yanli handed over the warmed milk, her expression unreadable: "It's nothing, it's just... we renewed a few more collaborations with the Song family, in your name."
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