Chapter 56.2 : Reduced to This in Just Two Short Days (Part 2)
"!?" Tang Jianren snapped awake in alarm!
Tang Qingmo's former room?
Wasn't that the storage room?!
So this was a deliberate threat—if Tang Xianxi didn't give up his room, Tang Qingmo would let Young Master Lu see that dark, damp space?!
"Hualian! Feifei isn't home—how can we touch her things so casually? Hurry and go clean out Xiaoxi's room!"
"Master!?"
"Enough! Stop calling me that—go clean it up now! You all go help too!" Tang Jianren immediately pointed at Tang Ruoling and the others.
With Aunt Wang on leave today, only Bai Hualian and the three sisters were left to do the work.
At that moment, the Tang household descended into complete chaos. No one dared to voice any objections, afraid of provoking Tang Jianren's anger again.
Tang Xianxi could only obediently give up his room.
"Tianren, come back to my room with me first."
"Alright."
Seeing that everything was nearly prepared, Tang Qingmo led Lu Tianren back to his own room.
Once inside, Lu Tianren immediately let out a deep breath.
"Young Master Tang… your family…"
Lu Tianren felt like his worldview had been shattered several times today.
In his twenty-one years of life, this was the first time he had ever encountered such a bizarre family.
So all those rumors online were actually true!
"I told you already—there are a lot of idiots in the Tang family," Tang Qingmo said as he poured Lu Tianren a glass of water. "You'll get used to it."
"..."
Lu Tianren accepted the glass, silently expressing that he had no desire to get used to it.
Tang Qingmo smiled with satisfaction. "Already scared? There's something even more exciting for you to see tonight."
"..."
Late at night, in Tang Xuerong's room.
Tang Xuerong had been locked inside for two days. In protest of Tang Xianxi's marriage, she had gone on a hunger strike, leaving her pale, disheveled, and ghostlike.
At this moment, she sat blankly on the floor, clutching the fruit knife Tang Qingmo had left in the room two days earlier…
Before long, the door was opened from the outside.
Tang Qingmo stood at the doorway, clicking his tongue mockingly. "Tsk tsk. Who would've thought you'd fall this far in just two days."
"Tang Qingmo… what are you doing!?"
Seeing the person she despised, Tang Xuerong's eyes filled with hatred.
Tang Qingmo ignored her, speaking lightly instead. "Of course I'm here to help you."
"Help me?"
"The Tang family head has already decided—one month from now, Tang Xianxi and Tang Feifei will be getting married."
It was a lie—but Tang Xuerong believed it.
She jumped up in agitation. "What did you say!?"
"You're shouting that loudly—are you trying to attract the whole family?"
Tang Xuerong immediately covered her mouth. "..."
"That's all I can do. Whether you can grasp the happiness you want now depends entirely on you." With that, Tang Qingmo turned and left.
This time, he didn't lock the door behind him.
Tang Xuerong lowered her head, staring at the fruit knife clenched in her hand.
The blade reflected the hatred in her eyes…
"Young Master Tang."
After Tang Qingmo left Tang Xuerong's room, Lu Tianren stepped out from a shadowed corner.
Tang Qingmo waved him back toward his own bedroom. "Let's wait a bit. We'll be watching a good show very soon."
A good show?
Just over ten minutes later, they saw Tang Xuerong emerge from her room, now dressed in a thick overcoat.
She wore a hat and black sunglasses, sneaking out cautiously… disappearing into the night.