Chapter 800 Haoyue Extra (62)
Tang Minghao didn't know how he got through the entire funeral. Now, when he tried to recall it, all he could remember was the howling wind on the day of the funeral, the comforting words from the crowds, and the scene of some members of the Tang family asking to resign after the funeral.
He didn't force those who wanted to leave; he approved their requests one by one. You can't force a relationship to work out, and besides, he didn't have the energy to deal with such a huge mess at the Tang family's expense.
He would feel lost when surrounded by people – even if some people left, most of them would remain. So many people in the Tang family were waiting for him to feed them. Could he shoulder this responsibility?
After the funeral, he had nowhere to go and instinctively returned to the mountain and water shore in a daze.
He didn't know how he got through the past few days. He was soaked in alcohol and rarely sober. His body felt like it was sinking into a muddy swamp, unable to see the end.
Until he had a dream.
In his dream, a soft hand grabbed him, pulled him out of the swamp, and then gently comforted him.
The voice was so gentle and so comforting that it reminded him of the scene in his very short childhood when his mother gently stroked his wounds.
He finally couldn't control himself and vented all the doubts, hesitations, breakdowns, and self-blame he had been feeling over the past few days.
He didn't seem to have cried that much since he could remember.
Although I felt completely drained, I also felt an unprecedented sense of ease.
"I'm sorry, Yueyue, I've made you worry these past few days." He glanced at her, then looked away.
Wen Yue looked at him and had an urge to pat his head, but she held back in the end: "Take a good rest these few days, and don't just drink without eating anymore."
Tang Minghao nodded: "I didn't mean to skip meals, I just..."
His voice lowered, as if he didn't know how to begin.
As a grown man, he always felt that saying too much was too sentimental.
Wen Yue got up and tucked the blanket around him: "I understand, go to sleep early and stop thinking about things."
Although there is no such thing as true empathy, Tang Minghao felt that Wen Yue's explanation made her understand.
He stared at her without blinking: "I'm sleeping, what about you?"
Wen Yue paused for a moment: "I'm next door. Call me if you need anything."
After speaking, Tang Minghao seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but his expression was still somewhat uncertain: "You mean it?"
Wen Yue felt that he had turned into a child, so she could only nod and promise him, "Okay."
Tang Minghao was finally completely relieved.
For the next few days, Wen Yue stayed at Shanshui'an.
She originally planned to leave once Tang Minghao's condition stabilized, but just a few days later, he foolishly took a shower, and the very next day he developed a fever again.
Not only that, he also slipped and fell in the bathroom, injuring his ankle, making it impossible for him to even get out of bed.
Under these circumstances, she couldn't bear to leave him, so she had no choice but to stay and continue taking care of him.
At first, she would order takeout, but later she found that takeout was not hygienic enough, and the flavors were either too bland or too strong, so she simply started cooking for him herself.
For a moment, their roles seemed to be reversed, and she couldn't help but smile as she fed him.
Tang Minghao, confused, asked, "What are you laughing at?"
"I remember when I had a fever not long ago, you took care of me like this. So, it's like... the tables have turned?"
Tang Minghao thought back to his days on the film set a while ago; it had only been a few days, but it felt like a lifetime ago.
"Won't you... find me troublesome?" Tang Minghao asked cautiously.
"When I'm sick, do you find me a nuisance?"
"How could that be!" Tang Minghao unconsciously raised his voice: "I couldn't be happier..."
He stopped talking abruptly halfway through his sentence.
"You'd love for me to get sick?" Wen Yue teased him.
Tang Minghao quickly shook his head and said anxiously, "No, I would never want you to be sick. I just wish I could have a chance to take care of you..."
He said he also felt that his thoughts were selfish, so he lowered his voice and didn't dare to look up at her.
Wen Yue hadn't expected him to say that, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
She cleared her throat and changed the subject: "What are your plans for the future?"
She had actually wanted to ask this a few days ago, but she was afraid of putting pressure on him and making him overthink things, so she didn't bring it up.
I blurted it out anyway, even though I was just being haphazard.
Tang Minghao was silent for a moment before speaking, "I plan to take over the affairs of the Tang family."
Hearing him say that, Wen Yue felt a slight sense of relief.
She knew that the difficulties before him would not easily defeat him.
At the same time, a strange emptiness washed over her.
He chose to return to the Tang family, which will inevitably make him busier, and his world will eventually drift further and further away from her.
But this was exactly how their relationship originally was.
Wen Yue breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "That's good. You're smart to begin with. There were some things you just didn't like doing before. If you really put in the effort, you'll definitely do no worse than your brother. No, you'll probably do even better than your brother."
Tang Minghao was stunned for a moment: "You... really think so?"
Wen Yue countered, "I... have no reason to lie to you, right?"
She smiled and said, "You're Tang Minghao, after all. How could you lack confidence in yourself?"
Tang Minghao looked at Wen Yue in front of him, his heart pounding like a drum.
She was the first person to say these words to him. In recent days, some of the second-in-commands of the Tang family had caused him a lot of trouble. His brother had always managed the Tang family business, and he had never been involved. He had only managed to keep the situation afloat by relying on instinct and sheer willpower.
He's facing a mountain of problems right now, and the pressure he's under is like a towering wall pressing down on him.
Wen Yue's trust and support directly dispelled his anxiety.
Wen Yue's cheeks flushed under his intense gaze, and she instinctively looked away: "You should rest. Sister Anjing has a meeting today that she needs to attend remotely with me. I'll go and prepare."
She turned to leave, but Tang Minghao grabbed her wrist.
He looked at her earnestly: "Yueyue, I won't let you down."
Wen Yue felt her wrist burning and didn't know how to break free. Just then, An Jing's video call came in, and she quickly pulled her hand back: "Just be true to yourself, I... I'll go answer the phone."
After saying that, she grabbed her phone and hurriedly ran off.
As Tang Minghao watched her retreating figure, a certain thought in his heart became firm—for the rest of his life, he must be good to Wen Yue, exceptionally good, exceptionally, exceptionally good.
...
The next day, Wen Yue left home early in the morning.
She's been back in Kyoto for a few days and hasn't been back to the company yet. She had a brief video conference yesterday, and we still need to meet in person today to discuss many things.
As soon as Wen Yue left, Tang Minghao, dragging his not-so-good leg, began to think about making a sumptuous lunch for her.
She took care of him every day these days, and although she always covered her eyes, he could still clearly see her dark circles.
So he planned to surprise her today while she was out.
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