CHAPTER 452: CHAPTER 452: MY FAMILY ISN’T SHORT OF MONEY

Bai Qing took a step back and said, "Xiao Yue, you are busy every day until eleven or twelve o’clock. If you were to learn martial arts for two more people, you wouldn’t have time to sleep. Study with your aunt, I’ll send you some self-defense items."

Bai Qing’s words considered Tang Yue’s situation at every turn; Tang Yue felt both happy and touched.

Lian Tong thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Yue, then you should study with your aunt. What I teach will definitely be useful."

*

In the hospital.

Meng Jin sat in front of Mr. Meng, with visitors continuously arriving to see Mr. Meng, everyone comforting him. The once robust Mr. Meng had fallen ill and now truly appeared as an old man over seventy.

As Meng Jin saw off the last batch of visitors, he returned to the hospital room where Mr. Meng, with his face turned toward the window, gazed out expressionlessly, lacking his usual sparkle.

"Father," Meng Jin walked forward and sat down in front of the hospital bed. He said, "Dad, I know it pains you that Yanzhi had an accident, but no matter how much it hurts, you can’t neglect your own health."

"Dad, the two of us have relied on each other for most of our lives. Not to mention you, even I have lived through more than half of life’s trials. In such chaotic times, what kind of storm haven’t we seen?"

"You’ve always taught us to live with a clear conscience. Dad, have you thought about the man who was hit in that car accident? How did his family survive afterward?" Meng Jin slowly said in the hospital room, "The victim’s last name is Yu. He went to ask Meng Jian for payment for a construction job, but Meng Jian refused to pay. In the end, right before the New Year, he went to demand his salary and lost his life instead."

"At that time, his whole family was there. If he hadn’t pushed his wife and daughter aside, it wouldn’t have just been him who died; it might have been all three of them." Even just talking about this made Meng Jin feel deeply emotional.

Seeing Mr. Meng moved, Meng Jin continued, "At that time, Yanzhi didn’t show up, Meng Jian just threw a pile of money to settle them, but what use was that money when they lost their pillar, his wife lost her husband, and his daughter lost her father?"

"On the day of the funeral, his wife jumped off the rooftop of the new house Mr. Yu had built and died instantly."

Mr. Meng’s hand trembled on the hospital bed.

"Leaving behind a pair of minors and an elderly mother," Meng Jin concluded, then fell silent.

The hospital room lapsed into silence.

Meng Jin sat silently in front of the hospital bed while Mr. Meng’s eyes, unfocused, stared into the unknown, lost in thought.

After a long time, Mr. Meng let out a long sigh and said, "Forget it, I can’t and won’t interfere with Yanzhi’s matters anymore."

*

"Be careful, Qingyang." Tang Yue supported Lian Qingyang, who, with one leg in a cast, used crutches but still walked at a considerable pace. Tang Yue followed beside him, repeatedly advising him to be careful, fearing he might fall.

"Sister Xiao Yue, I’m quite capable." As if showing off his skills, particularly knowing that Lian He and Xiang Yazhi might come, Lian Qingyang hurriedly said, "Sister Xiao Yue, you should go back. With Mrs. Hu and auntie looking after me, I’ll be fine."

"Who said I’m staying here?" Lian Tong coolly responded, glancing at Lian Qingyang and saying, "You have nothing here, I’ll go to Xiao Yue’s. I’m still waiting for Xiao Yue to make clothes for me."

Ever since seeing the clothes Tang Yue made, Lian Tong has been pestering Tang Yue to make clothes for her.

If it weren’t for Tang Yue still having to attend school, Lian Tong would probably want Tang Yue to make her clothes overnight.

"Dear aunt, my mom is coming, won’t you cover for me?" Lian Qingyang wailed loudly, "You brought these people here, if my mom finds out I had an accident, won’t she skin me alive? Aunt, my mom fears you, you absolutely can’t leave."

"Can you bear to watch your nephew suffer even more?" Lian Qingyang held onto Lian Tong’s hand, looking pitiful.

"Enough already." Lian Tong shook off his hand, already accustomed to Lian Qingyang’s sullen act, she said, "Xiao Yang, your mom loves you like the apple of her eye, how could she bear to hit you?"

"It’s not that she can’t bear to hit me, but..." Lian Qingyang grumbled.

"Okay, if there’s anything, just call Sister Xiao Yue’s family." Having said that, Lian Tong reached Lian Qingyang’s home and left with Tang Yue.

Lian Qingyang sat in the room, his face full of sorrow as he watched the backs of Lian Tong, Tang Yue, and the others leave. He thought resentfully, if his parents didn’t come, they wouldn’t know about this. By the time his leg healed and his parents found out, it wouldn’t be an issue anymore.

"Mrs. Hu, make something delicious." Lian Qingyang decided to have a good meal, and Mrs. Hu, responding to him, went to the kitchen to prepare food.

After a while, Lian Qingyang called again, "Mrs. Hu, just call a cab, take me to Southwest Road."

Southwest Road, where Lian Qingyang bought a house and set up a studio, he hadn’t been there in days, just calling his employees over the past few days to check on him.

"Young master, do you still want to go to Southwest Road?" Mrs. Hu looked at Lian Qingyang’s leg and said, "Young master, you just left the hospital, the doctor advised you to rest well, and you want to go out as soon as you get home..."

"Mrs. Hu, there are rooms and phones on Southwest Road too. Just tidy up a room for me to sleep in, isn’t it the same?" Lian Qingyang was determined to go to Southwest Road. By then, even if his parents arrived and he was busy working, they definitely wouldn’t blame him.

Anxious, Lian Qingyang headed to Southwest Road.

That evening, Lian He and Xiang Yazhi rushed to the residence of Lian Qingyang, and the door was opened by Tang Mingli.

"Who are you?" Xiang Yazhi, seeing an unfamiliar man, asked, "Where’s Mrs. Hu? Where’s Qingyang?"

This clearly being their son’s house, why was it occupied by a stranger?

This man looked somewhat familiar.

"Are you..." Lian He somewhat recognized the man in front of him and asked, "Are you Sister Xiao Yue’s uncle?"

"Are you Lian Qingyang’s parents?" Tang Mingli glanced at Lian He, who somewhat resembled Xiao Yue. He said gruffly, "I rented this place. The rent was paid above market price. If you’re looking for Lian Qingyang, he’s somewhere else."

Tang Mingli blurted everything out in one go to avoid wasting words later.

"Why would my son’s house be rented to you?" Hearing the other party was Sister Xiao Yue’s uncle, Xiang Yazhi immediately got upset. She stepped forward and said, "My family isn’t short on money."

"Yazhi." Lian He pulled Xiang Yazhi back, chuckled, and said, "Sister Xiao Yue’s uncle, no worries, feel free to stay here, you don’t have to pay."

"Mr. Lian, I legally rented this house, and I have the contract." Tang Mingli finished and added, "Want me to show you the contract?"

This contract, indeed, was something Tang Yue insisted on signing. Her relationship with Lian He and Lian Qingyang made Tang Yue unwilling to have ambiguous financial ties.