Chapter 132 At this moment, the telepathic connection has become tangible.
"So what?" Tan Zhaojing spoke clearly and coldly, "I will not be short of the support I am entitled to, and you don't need to interfere with my marriage."
Before Tan's mother could catch her breath, these words stung her again. She was so angry that she lost all reason, and her tone became harsh, "Tan Zhaojing, have you forgotten why your father and I divorced? Now you're telling me you're thinking of marrying that woman's daughter? Where do you put my face? You're just like your father, both of you have been bewitched by that vixen!"
The last sentence was almost slurred, and he lost the demeanor that an elder should have.
Tan Zhaojing closed his eyes briefly, patiently continuing the call. "First of all, Dad made it clear to you before the marriage that he had a previous relationship. Similarly, you have one too. There's no question of who owes whom anything."
"Secondly, he did not cheat on you during the marriage, so you can't blame Aunt Ming for this."
"at last--"
"Last what?" Tan's mother replied coldly.
Then she heard her son's cold voice, "You may not know, but between Lin Zaoyi and me, I was the one who forced her. If we're really going to assign blame, it's me."
Tan's mother choked up, trembling with anger. She gasped for breath, "You're my son, do you think I don't know your nature? You've never cared about anyone all these years! What, are you afraid I'll go to that woman's daughter and make up such a joke???"
Tan Zhaojing didn't insist, saying, "Believe it or not, it's up to you."
But I have to say something: "You yourself have clearly stated my personality, so you should know the consequences of contacting Zao Yi, right? I don't mean to threaten you, I'm just informing you in advance, and also—"
There was a half-second pause in his tone, "She has a name, Lin Zaoyi. You may not like her, but please show some manners befitting an elder in your speech."
After saying that, he ended the call.
Tan Zhaojing pinched the bridge of his nose, and when he turned around, he saw a head pressed against the glass, staring at him. He composed himself and smiled slightly.
Lin Zaoyi smiled back. She moved her feet, slipping on her cotton slippers, and shuffled around to make sure no one was there before hooking her arm around his. She didn't speak for a moment, but her gaze lingered on his face. His eyes were gentle and deep.
There was nothing unusual about him at first glance, but she always felt that his aura was very heavy.
She asked softly, "Is...is there something you need?"
The man smiled and shook his head. "It's nothing serious."
She didn't believe him, but she wouldn't pry into things he didn't want to talk about. Asking wouldn't necessarily help him solve the problem; it would only add to his troubles.
We can do something.
for example……
She poked his cheek with her index finger, creating a dimple. "Brother Zhaojing, give me a smile."
Tan Zhaojing smiled, not a forced smile, and reached out to take her small hand and knead it in his palm. "What did you buy while shopping?"
"You still dare to say that?"
Lin Zaoyi pursed her lips, "I was going to buy you cufflinks, but then I ran into your mother."
Tan Zhaojing's brow furrowed unconsciously, a deep crease forming between his brows. "Did she yell at you?"
“No, not at all,” Lin Zaoyi shook her head. “I was just feeling guilty, afraid that if I ran into them again, I wouldn’t go shopping anymore. Who knew we would still run into them?”
After telling the person in front of him what he had seen and heard, he paused for half a second and continued, "You can comfort Tan Jiani later."
He just smiled.
She asked, puzzled, "What are you laughing at?"
Tan Zhaojing said, "I'm laughing at you."
She blinked. "Huh?"
He gently stroked her nose. "You used to get along so badly with Jia Ni, but now you—"
“Oh, no, that’s not it.” She interrupted him. “I just didn’t want to argue because Tan Jiani is younger than me.”
He chuckled softly, "Not bad, she looks like a sister-in-law."
Lin Zaoyi: "..."
Sister-in-law my foot.
"Oh, right."
Speaking of which, I have to mention something else: "I also ran into Sun Yao today, and I heard... him call your mother 'Second Aunt'..."
Tan Zhaojing roughly understood how her mother found out, but she didn't gloss over the details of the relationship. "Yes, she married Uncle Sun Yao. I ended the call with her just one minute before you arrived."
A cool breeze swept between them. Lin Zaoyi, whether from the cold or from his words, her pupils dilated, "Do you...do you know about us..."
"Um."
Tan Zhaojing gently stroked her hair reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Lin Zaoyi grasped his hand in return, "Brother Zhaojing, I'm not that weak. As long as it doesn't involve Mom, I can handle it."
As she said this, she tilted her head back.
During their eye contact, Tan Zhaojing took in all the worries in her eyes. Just as he was about to nod and tell her not to worry, she spoke first, "I can tolerate a few things your mother says casually, but if she goes too far, I will definitely confront her. You can't say I'm being disrespectful then."
He slightly raised his lips, "No, I'll cover for you, even if it's Grandpa."
With these words, Lin Zaoyi felt relieved. She had been worried about what her mother would do if she found out, but now she felt more relaxed. After all, she had to face it eventually; it was just a matter of time.
She touched her lips slightly and asked softly, "Your grandfather—"
At the same time, he said, "I'll find some time soon to negotiate with my grandfather."
At this moment, the unspoken understanding between us became a tangible reality.
Lin Zaoyi answered without hesitation, "Okay."
Tan Zhaojing slightly curled her lips, "Are you afraid?"
The girl in front of him nodded honestly, "I'm scared."
The moment he finished speaking, a soft, warm body was in his arms. She snuggled against his chest playfully, "I have you, don't I?"
The corners of his lips curved into a smile, and his palm unconsciously landed on the back of her head, drawing her closer to him. "Yes, I'm here."
Lin Zaoyi disregarded everything else and embraced him in broad daylight, in the courtyard where people could walk by at any time.
So what if you see it?
If Grandpa Tan isn't afraid of anything, why would he care about these things?
She only held firm for a few seconds. She could ignore the bystanders, but she still had to consider the feelings of the editor-in-chief of Mingda University. She quickly lowered her hand, but Tan Zhaojing didn't loosen his grip. She pushed him, and he seemed to do it on purpose, slowly looking down at her. "Hmm?"
"My mom's coming, let go quickly!"
He slightly raised his lips, a hint of mockery in his eyes, "Aren't you afraid?"
Lin Zaoyi: "...There are always exceptions to everything."
As she spoke, her fingers poked and prodded at his body frantically.
Tan Zhaojing chuckled as she felt ticklish from the pinch. She released the person in her arms, took half a meter back, and nodded to the approaching elder, "Aunt Ming."
Mingxian stared at the two of them expressionlessly. "Should I hire a Chinese tutor to help you review what 'no contact' means?"
This time, Lin Zaoyi spoke up before Tan Zhaojing could, saying, "Mom, I think it's only because of Xiyuan that we can be so uninhibited."
Mingxian glanced at her daughter, "Shouldn't it also depend on the location?"
Lin Zaoyi understood it as, "Okay, next time in the room."
Mingxian: "..."
I wanted to say something sarcastic, but then I thought it wouldn't make much of a difference. These two are probably completely impervious to reason.
He simply said, "Be careful!"
Lin Zaoyi's reply was not too loud, but as soon as she finished agreeing, she couldn't help but move closer to Tan Zhaojing, hook her arm around his hand, and start tickling him.
Looking at her daughter's clingy appearance, Mingxian sighed deeply, then smiled helplessly.
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