Chapter 799 Hao Yue's Side Story (61)
His voice trembled: "When I was in school, I was a troublemaker, and he was always the one who stepped up to clean up my messes. In my second year of studying abroad, he came to see me in the US, saying he had business to discuss and was passing by. But I secretly asked his assistant, and his business was in H country, which is across the Pacific Ocean from the US. I don't know how he managed to get there... Also, later when I wanted to enter the entertainment industry, he wouldn't let me, but I was determined and there was nothing he could do. Then one time I ran into him having dinner with an investor from a film and television drama. I had mentioned to President An that I wanted to participate in that drama, and sure enough, I got cast..."
He rambled on for a long time, sometimes speaking ill of Tang Zhi, sometimes praising him, and finally his tone was filled with self-reproach: "Yueyue, do you think I'm particularly hypocritical? On the one hand, I don't want to be controlled by him, but on the other hand, I take for granted the convenience that he and the entire Tang family bring me..."
Wen Yue sighed, her voice hoarse: "No, you've done more than enough."
Tang Minghao, however, did not listen to him and kept repeating that it was all his fault.
He knew the cause of his brother's death, and he felt that his brother deserved to die, but he still couldn't control his grief.
He was filled with remorse and blamed himself, saying that if he had discovered his brother's condition earlier, he might have been able to persuade him more, and perhaps none of this would have happened...
Looking at him, Wen Yue felt a surge of bitterness welling up inside her.
She reached out and patted his head: "It's not your fault."
Tang Minghao paused slightly, but then cried even harder.
Whether it was because he vented his anger completely or because the medicine he was given took effect, Tang Minghao fell into a deep sleep again, and his fever subsided a few hours later.
Wen Yue felt a little calmer, wiped his body with warm water again, and then stayed by the bedside again.
In the latter half of the night, Tang Minghao woke up completely.
Wen Yue was watching a film by a director she really liked on her phone by the bedside.
Tang Minghao opened his eyes, and the increasingly clear scene before him made him feel like he was dreaming.
He pinched his thigh hard, and in the sharp pain, he couldn't help but gasp. The slight movement made Wen Yue look away from her phone. Seeing that he had opened his eyes, she smiled with surprise: "Minghao, you're awake!"
Tang Minghao suddenly realized that he was not dreaming.
The person in front of me is the real Wen Yue, without a doubt.
Memories flooded his mind all at once, and when he recalled another "dream" from before, the surprise and delight he felt upon seeing Wen Yue left him frozen in shock.
He tentatively asked, "Yueyue, when did you arrive?"
"Tonight," Wen Yue said, puzzled, but instead leaned closer to take his pulse, "your pulse looks much more stable. How are you feeling?"
Tang Minghao slightly swallowed his Adam's apple: "I... I'm fine. It's just that before you came, I actually had a dream. In the dream, I was crying and making a fuss, and I didn't even feel like myself... Hehe..."
As he spoke, he kept glancing at Wen Yue's expression out of the corner of his eye.
Wen Yue remained calm and spoke gently: "Then it seems it really was a dream. I can't even imagine what you would look like when you cry."
Her words made Tang Minghao breathe a sigh of relief.
It seems that what happened before was indeed a dream.
If he were to let her know that he cried and hugged her in his dream, he would be thrown into the Pacific Ocean.
Wen Yue could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression. She smiled slightly and said, "Sitting up is fine now that you're awake. I made some chicken and spinach porridge. Get up and have a little to tide you over."
Only after she said that did Tang Minghao realize he was hungry.
Strangely enough, he hadn't eaten much for several days, only drinking at every meal, yet he never found it unbearable.
But as soon as Wen Yue appeared, standing in front of him and smiling at him, he felt as if all his senses, which had disappeared, had returned.
My stomach started to hurt, my intestines started to rumble, I felt weak all over, and even my eyes felt a little sore...
Wen Yue quickly brought back the porridge and saw him sitting on the bed waiting for her.
She felt a prickling sensation in her heart, like being scratched by a kitten's claws, and her heart softened.
She forced herself to look away, set up a small table nearby, and placed the porridge in front of him: "Eat, it's not so hot anymore."
Tang Minghao spoke, his voice sounding somewhat pitiful, "I can't use my hands."
Wen Yue: "...So what?"
Tang Minghao pursed his lips and remained silent, only looking at her with his still-wet eyes.
Wen Yue had no choice but to pick up the bowl, scoop up a spoonful of porridge, blow on it, and bring it to his lips.
Tang Minghao's lips finally curved into a slight smile. He leaned over and drank the porridge from her hand.
The porridge had been simmering for quite a while, and when it entered my mouth, it had a slightly salty taste, was soft, sticky, and very fragrant.
One bite and Tang Minghao's internal organs began to scream.
Soon, he finished the bowl of porridge completely, thanks to Wen Yue's feeding.
The emptiness in his stomach was soothed, and he felt comforted from the inside out.
Lying in bed, he watched Wen Yue tidy up the dishes and then get up to clean the table next to her, his gaze fixed on her.
Wen Yue finished packing her things, turned around and met his eyes. She paused for a moment, then said in a gentle, low voice, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Tang Minghao frankly said, "I'm afraid you'll run away."
Wen Yue didn't say anything. After putting all the trash in a bag, tying it up, and throwing it aside, she turned to look at him and said, "You're still sick, where can I run off to?"
Tang Minghao's expression fell: "So you came back because you knew I was sick."
Wen Yue told the truth: "No."
Tang Minghao's eyes lit up: "That is..."
"Because no one can find you, they think you've vanished into thin air."
Tang Minghao was taken aback, then his voice fell, tinged with self-mockery: "How can a perfectly healthy person just disappear like that?"
Although these days, he did wish he could disappear.
When he first received the news of Tang Zhi's death, his first reaction was that it was a scam call.
It wasn't until he received one phone call after another and one message after another that he confirmed that Tang Zhi was really gone.
Like a joke.
Fortunately, he had already finished most of his filming in the production crew, so after confirming the news, he rushed to Kyoto without stopping.
The only person he couldn't let go of was Wen Yue.
When he left, she was still recovering from her illness. Not wanting her to worry too much, he didn't mention it to her.
Deep down, he was still hoping that when he returned to Kyoto, he would find out that it was all just a prank.
However, the actual situation was worse than he had imagined.
Tang Zhi's death was not honorable.
Murong Ting, along with the remaining members of the Tang family, explained the entire story of what happened in the secret room to him. He went from initial shock to feeling absurdity, and finally to numbness.
For a moment he found it funny, as if he and his brother both belonged to the Tang family, yet they actually lived in two different worlds.
His brother had kept so many secrets from him that for a moment he didn't even know if the ruthless man Murong Ting was talking about was the Tang Zhi he knew.
But the deed is done, and no matter how unwilling or unimaginable he is to believe it, what has happened has happened.
He knew that Murong Ting wouldn't lie to him, so he had no face to take Murong Ting's help for granted any longer.
He returned to the Tang family alone and presided over Tang Zhi's funeral.
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