Bitter intention

  "What's that?"

  "It's just your father who has come and is now in your aunt's room."

  Xiu Niang clenched her teeth and finished speaking. Upon hearing this, An Yan only felt his temples throbbing violently. As for Tang Shan, she really didn't know whether to love or hate him anymore.

  That love, the accompaniment and pampering in memory for so many years, is not like pretending. That kind of doting that has entered into the bone marrow, a fatherly love as vast as a great mountain, warmed up Tang Jin Xiu's entire life.

  That hatred, after such extreme pampering, was also this man who drove the mother and daughter out of the house. Tang Jinxiu's death, Tang Shan is also responsible for it. Just this point, Bai Shi will never be able to forgive Tang Shan. And her An Yan, also cannot forgive Tang Shan.

  Xiū Niáng looked at ān yán with worry on one side, and couldn't help but want to say something, "Jǐn xiù......"

  He opened his mouth, but then didn't know what to say.

  "It's okay, I'll go take a look at Mother."

  An's expression was normal, but after a moment of stunned confusion, he quickly regained his composure. The two women, Xiuniang and Liu Shi, were also momentarily puzzled by An's meaning.

  An spoke and turned around to head upstairs, where Bai's family and Wang's family lived in the middle of the second floor, adjacent to each other.

  At this time, Wang was anxiously pacing back and forth in the corridor. The door to Bai's room in front of her was tightly closed. Just now when Tangshan came to see Bai, she naturally guarded him closely. But in the end, Bai wanted to talk to Tangshan. This is also why the door was closed tightly, and Wang could only pace anxiously outside the room.

  In the quiet atmosphere, only the sound of Wang's footsteps could be heard, heavy and disorderly.

  But at this moment, a clear and firm footsteps slowly came from the stairs. Even without seeing the person, Wang's heart already knew who it was. She took three steps in two strides to the edge of the stairs, waiting for that figure to arrive.

  At this time, An Yan walked step by step on the stairs, looking extremely calm and not in a hurry to rush up. At this moment, she was also thinking about how to face Tang Shan. She had occupied Tang Jinxiu's body, and towards the parents of this body, Bai Shi and Tang Shan, she had always felt a sense of guilt. Towards Bai Shi, she naturally felt guilty and yearned for her. As for Tang Shan, it was too complicated to say now. Sighing softly, she already had an idea in mind. No matter what, Tang Jinxiu's death was indeed Tang Shan's responsibility. Such a father did not have the qualifications to know about Tang Jinxiu's true situation. She believed that Bai Shi would not want Tang Shan to know either. Perhaps from the moment when Tang Shan drove them out, the mother and daughter Bai Shi and Tang Shan were destined to part ways as they are now.

  More regrets, more nostalgia, and more hatred will eventually fade away with time.

  An Yan finally walked up to the second floor, and as soon as he looked up, his eyes met Wang Shi's anxious gaze. And in that instant, Wang Shi's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw An Yan.

  "Brocade, you're back."

  The words of Wang's family are hard to hide the surprise, An Yan's calmness and wisdom, making her the mainstay of the White family. It seems that no matter what happens, as long as there is An Yan, everything can be solved easily. This change comes from the change in people's perception of An Yan. Now the White family trusts and relies on An Yan.

  "Aunt, you've worked hard."

  An spoke softly beside Wang's side, warmly holding Wang's hand and expressing gratitude.

  "When one family says two families' words, Jinxiu has arrived now. Auntie went back to her room to rest, and with you here, your aunt can also feel at ease."

  "Uh-huh."

  An Yan smiled and nodded, then turned to enter the room. However, she stopped in her tracks, hesitated for a moment, and turned back to say: "Jin Xiu, if it can be explained, if it can be resolved... give your father another chance."

  As she said these words, Wang's eyes sparkled with tears, her mouth was smiling, but the curve of her lips was indescribably bitter.

  When Wang heard this, An Yan's heart was a little sour, knowing that her aunt had thought of her uncle. However, Tangshan and his uncle were ultimately different.

  Some people may be dead, but they still live in others' hearts. While some people are alive, yet to others, it's as if they were already dead.

  And Tangshan, she and Bai Shi have always treated him as if he didn't exist, wanting to completely remove him from their lives.

  "I know."

  An Yan looked at Wang Shi's appearance, smiled warmly and gently, her face as calm as water. But in her heart, she was cold as ice. She thought that the matter between Wang Shi, her mother and Tang Shan couldn't be resolved just by talking it out. Between them stood a life, a betrayal, which had become a deep chasm, a difficult-to-cross chasm between the three of them.

  Wang saw An Yan nodding, and she relaxed a bit, with a hint of hope in her eyes. An Yan was so good, and Bai Shi was also this good, they deserved better as mother and daughter. If they could finally reunite as a family, it wouldn't be a bad thing. Thinking of this, Wang suddenly felt a pang of melancholy, thinking of the old man at home. She quietly reached out to touch her chest, where it felt empty.

  An softly turned his head and looked at Su San, "Let's go in together."

  Su San is her husband, and he, along with her and Bai Shi, are now a family, so naturally he has the right to enter.

  Su San heard An Yan's words and a gleam of joy flashed in her eyes, she couldn't help but reach out to hold An Yan's hand, the happiness in her eyes was irrepressible.

  At this moment, An didn't notice so much, she stretched out her hand to push open the door of the room, and the scene inside instantly appeared in front of An.

  Tang Shan stood in the center of the room with a dejected expression, while Bai Shi stood by the bed with tears streaming down her face. Wearing a snow-white undergarment, Bai Shi's pale complexion made her look pitiful and touching. However, despite the tears on her face, her eyes were filled with resentment as she glared at Tang Shan. She even stretched out a finger, pointing directly at him, her words full of hatred and anger that couldn't be dissipated.

  "Tangshan, why are you putting on this attitude again now?"

  The bitterness at the corner of Tangshan's eyes could not dissipate, and he sighed, saying: "Yunniang, don't be so agitated, it's not good for your body. A thousand mistakes, ten thousand mistakes are all my fault, but you mustn't get angry to the point of harming yourself."

  Tang Shan's face was tense with anxiety, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace to walk up beside Bai Shi, stretching out a hand as if wanting to support him.

  Bai saw Tangshan suddenly walking towards him, his mind went blank, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and the crisp sound of a slap had already echoed through the quiet air.

  At this moment, An Yan just opened all the doors of the house. Su San and others had only taken a step forward when they were already shocked by the scene in front of them.

  After hitting, she looked at her still suspended hand in some incredulity, and her body was slightly trembling. She had actually hit Shan Ge, and Bai Shi's eyes contracted rapidly, somewhat disbelieving. She withdrew her hand in some confusion, wanting to say something, but when she thought of something, the panic on her face immediately disappeared. When she looked at Tang Shan again, it was still full of hatred.

  Tangshan was slapped by Bai's sudden palm, his entire face twisted to one side, and his eyes first flashed with unbelievable expression, but soon turned into full of bitterness and complexity.

  He slowly turned his head, in the eyes of Bai Shi's unchanging hatred, and sighed: "Yunniang, you used to be so understanding. Why won't you give me a chance now? Everyone makes mistakes, knowing and correcting them is a great virtue, why can't you be more tolerant of me? Give me some more time, I will definitely make it up to you and Jinxiu. Really, Yunniang, just give me a little more time, just a little bit is fine. Everything I've done is for you and Jinxiu, Yunniang, you must believe me."

  When she heard Tangshan's words, Bai suddenly burst out laughing, and tears almost flowed out of her eyes.

  Tangshan looked at the white family, but was at a loss. The white family had always been gentle and quiet, how could they be so excited, almost to the point of madness. Tangshan took a step forward, his hand lightly raised, but did not dare take another step closer, only murmuring: "Yunniang, what's wrong?"

  "What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong?"

  Bai's eyes suddenly snapped up, staring straight at Tang Shan, her face flushed with excitement to the point of showing an abnormal red glow. A flame was burning fiercely in her eyes, almost consuming her sanity.

  "You're still asking me what's wrong? Don't you think it's ridiculous, Tangshan? It was you who drove my mother and me out of the house, leaving us homeless and wandering. Now, are you saying you have a good reason for that? Tangshan, some things can never be taken back once they're done, do you know that?"

  Tangshan Zhang opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Bai.

  "You don't know, you will never know. You will never know what you have lost, and you will never know the pain I've been through."

  Tangshan, you will never know that you lost the daughter who was once your most beloved. The kind of heart-wrenching pain, you probably will never understand.

  Tangshan hung his head low, with flashes of pain in his eyes. Yes, I won't understand your suffering. But have you ever understood me?

  Tangshan's surroundings were suddenly shrouded in a thick sense of sorrow. He raised his head, his eyes desolate and empty. "Yes, I don't understand. But Cloud Mother, when have you ever understood my innermost sorrows, my grief, my helplessness?"

  At this moment, Tangshan's face was sorrowful, and that sorrow almost overwhelmed the White family. However, the White family was not moved at all, and with a slightly sharp tone, she said: "Can't your sadness let Tang Chuxue and her mother enjoy the glory of the Tang Mansion earlier? Is it not because you didn't drive us, this annoying mother-daughter pair, out of the house earlier?"

  Tangshan took an unbelievable step back, his body swaying as if about to collapse.

  "So you actually think of me like this..."

  Tangshan seemed to have been hit hard, the light in his eyes fading away, and he suddenly turned around. But it was at the moment of turning that he stopped abruptly, staring blankly at An Yan.

  She stood there for some time, quietly watching the dispute between Bai Shi and Tang Shan, listening to their conversation. She saw the hatred in Bai Shi's eyes and understood where it came from. At the same time, she also saw Tang Shan's helplessness and endurance. She believed that Tang Shan might have had his own bitter experiences, but these experiences were meaningless at this moment, in this situation. What was lost was lost forever, and no amount of bitterness or helplessness could bring it back. The real Tang Jin Xiu was already dead, which was the root of Bai Shi's eternal hatred. This was also the painful truth that Tang Shan couldn't change, no matter how much he suffered.

  Tang Shan looked at the woman in front of him, gentle as water, and the whole person was no longer the proud and fiery Tang Jin Xiu. The former Tang Jin Xiu seemed to be the most gorgeous peony at all times. And now An Yan stood there, like a lonely orchid in a valley, emitting a faint fragrance.

  "Brocade..."

  Seeing An Yan, Tang Shan's eyes became somewhat agitated, and a glimmer of hope slowly rose in his eyes.

  "However, An said calmly and indifferently, with a still serene face, 'You can leave now. We're doing very well now, and we hope you do too.'"

  His words were calm and peaceful, his expression was serious, his eyes were tranquil, without any emotional outburst.

  When he heard this, Tangshan was stunned.

  Are they doing well? Let him also live a good life?

  Tangshan suddenly felt that something had changed, but he always thought that only three people together would be happy. Only when the family is complete will there be happiness. But now, his daughter told him that without him, she and her mother were still living very well.

  Tangshan's eyes flashed a hint of deep sorrow, finally turning into a sigh of helplessness, "Alright, I'll leave."

  After finishing speaking, he didn't dare look again and hastily ran out with quick steps.

  Bai's eyes were somewhat hollow, staring straight at the wide open door, his face expressionless and empty.

  The one who was hurt most in this matter is Madame Bai. She lost her daughter and deeply resents her husband, she has lost too much.

  An softly and quickly walked to Bai's side, stretched out her hand to hold onto Bai's shoulder, "Mother, I'm still here, I'll accompany you for the rest of my life."

  "Really?"

  Bai's head slowly turned around, his eyes filled with a hint of sadness, and he asked cautiously.

  Looking at Bai Shi like this, An Yan's throat seemed to be blocked by something, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

  "Yes."

  He nodded firmly with a serious expression on his face, almost stern.

  "That's good, I knew you wouldn't leave me."

  Bai's voice gradually faded away, her body soft and limp, almost half of her weight pressing down on An Yan. An Yan turned his head to look at Bai, whose eyes still had tears in them, and gently coaxed, "Mother, go lie down on the bed."

  Bai nodded and An spoke hastily as he helped Bai onto the bed. Once she was lying down, he covered her with a quilt.

  But Bai stretched out his hand and pulled An Yan's hand, saying in a low voice: "If Tangshan really had any difficulties, I should have forgiven him. But after all, there is still something missing between us. This life, Tangshan and I are impossible. I hate him, really hate him too much. Just hope that from now on, we will never see each other again."

  An Yan rarely heard Bai talk about Tangshan, but now she suddenly heard Bai's inner voice and An Yan realized that Bai had deep feelings for Tangshan. If it weren't for the death of Tang Jinxiu in between, Bai would have given Tangshan a chance. Because Bai loved Tangshan so much. However, in the end, there was still a life separating them, destined to make Bai hate Tangshan for the rest of his life.

  "Alright, let's just avoid him from now on. Once Mother's health improves a bit and spring arrives, we'll go to South County. By then, we won't have to see that heart-wrenching person anymore."

  "Uh-huh."

  Bai's eyes sparkled with tears as he smiled faintly, a hint of hope flickering in his gaze.

  An Yan looked at Bai Shi closing his eyes, with fatigue between his eyebrows, and then turned around and left with Su San together.

  On the other hand, Tangshan wandered aimlessly on the street, dazed and confused, not knowing what he was thinking about. He only knew that his mind was in a mess at this moment, and his brain was filled to the brim. As soon as he concentrated, he would think of Bai's resentful expression, An Yan's calm face, and her cold words.

  He walked all the way to the entrance of the Tang Mansion. Tang Shan suddenly looked up, staring at the bright and shiny "Tang Fu" sign above his head, feeling endless sarcasm. He closed his eyes deeply, then walked in, his face restored to normal, all sadness had been hidden away, leaving only a calm demeanor.

  Pushing open the door of the study, I saw Tang Chu Xue still inside.

  At this moment, Tang Chu Xue was sitting behind the desk where Tang Shan usually sat, holding a cup of tea in her hand and savoring it carefully. A faint mist of heat could be seen rising slowly from the surface of the teacup.

  "I'm back."

  Tang Chu Xue's voice was light and calm, carrying a kind of self-confidence that was always in control.

  Tangshan's eyes were calm and expressionless, showing no emotion from the outside. He picked a chair and sat down slowly, saying lightly: "You didn't already know I'd be back."

  "Yes, I knew you'd be back. Probably because neither of them can forgive you?"

  Tang Chu Xue put down her teacup and smiled lightly, with a hint of joy in her words.

  "You already knew it, why ask again?"

  "Are you heartbroken?"

  Tang Chu Xue seemed to be extremely pleased with Tang Shan's distress, and said lightly: "You don't have to worry, Bai Shi's body is still fine for now, and can hold on for a while longer. As winter approaches, by the time spring arrives and flowers bloom, Bai Shi will be able to quietly pass away amidst the songs of birds and fragrant flowers."

  Tang Shan's eyes narrowed violently, almost rushing over to strangle Tang Chu Xue to death in excitement. But at the critical moment, he still endured it.

  "What's the point of doing this? Jinxiu's husband is now Nanjun Su Bai. Provoking her like this will only lead to trouble later on."

  That day on the main street, it was not only the Ruan family who knew Su San's identity, but also more than half of the people in Qing City.

  Upon hearing this, Tang Chu Xue's gaze turned icy in an instant, the smile at the corner of her mouth eerily cold. "What if that happens? At worst, it'll be a case of either the fish dies or the net breaks. Besides, Su San may not necessarily be able to move me. Father, you know who is standing behind me?"

  Tangshan suddenly felt a chill, his eyelids drooping, and he stopped talking. It seemed that Bai Shi could still hold on for three more months. In this case, within these three months, he had to speed up.