Tang Si walked over from the doorway and grabbed Tang Si's wrist as he reached Qing Muye's side, "Think clearly!"
He understood Tang Si better than anyone.
As a good brother, Qing Muye truly couldn't bear to see him jump into a fire pit.
Tang Si had originally resolved to become a monk, but he decided to descend the mountain because Zhao Wuyan was carrying Tang Ziwei's child.
However, just a few minutes ago, he walked out of the living room and overheard his biological parents talking while hiding behind a green plant, and his mind changed again.
"It's just getting married, not going to a battlefield. What's there to consider?"
Tang Si smiled faintly, flicked Qing Muye's hand away, and walked away with a flourish.
Watching his retreating figure, Meng Jingwei's mind was imprinted with the look of desolation and sorrow on his face just moments ago.
A sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart, knowing that Tang Si was about to jump into a fire pit, yet she could do nothing to help him.
"Oh dear, son, you've finally made up your mind. Come, go home with Mom, hahaha. Let me tell you, Wuyan and your brother's matter was an accident, and it's also Mom's fault..."
Tang's mother placed her hand on Tang Si's shoulder and led him into the car.
The few of them got into the car, and the Tang family driver started the sedan, slowly driving away from Imperial Court Villa.
Meng Jingwei and Qing Muye stood at the door.
She sighed wistfully, her heart full of emotion, "Are we really going to watch him jump into a fire pit?"
"We can help with anything. Only feelings, not something we can control." Qing Muye's expression was not good, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were filled with helplessness.
The two turned and entered the living room. The people who were playing cards saw them walk in and asked where Tang Si had gone.
Meng Jingwei explained the situation, and the others lost their interest in playing cards. They all sat on the sofa, falling into a long silence.
That night, another piece of news broke in Lancheng.
The wedding between the Tang family and the Zhao family, originally scheduled for the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month, was moved forward to the sixth day of the first lunar month.
Upon seeing this news, everyone was unable to remain calm. They called Tang Si one after another, but no one answered.
At the same time, at the Tang residence.
Tang Si was playing a game in his room. Just as he was leading the super minions to push the high ground, the door to his room opened, and Tang Ziwei walked in, exuding a strong scent of nicotine.
He placed a cup of hot milk on Tang Si's desk, "Xiao Si, let's talk."
"I'm playing a game, wait a moment."
He was nestled on the sofa, holding his phone with both hands, his thumbs constantly operating on the screen.
Tang Ziwei stood by, watching the game on his phone screen. Seeing that the crystal had been pushed down and the game had ended, he then said, "Have you really thought about marrying Wuyan?"
His tone was heavy, and his face was filled with unconcealable guilt and remorse.
Tang Si crossed his legs, casually tossed his phone onto the table, took out a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, lit it, and exhaled a light wisp of smoke towards Tang Ziwei, "Brother, do you think I shouldn't marry her?"
"You don't like her," Tang Ziwei said.
"Heh." Tang Si let out a scoff, as if hearing the most ridiculous joke in the world. He rubbed his fist against his nose, "I don't like her, but that doesn't affect my marrying her at all."
"Xiao Si..."
Tang Ziwei sat on the edge of the bed, lowering his head in thought, "I'll send you abroad."
He looked up, gazing at the seemingly indifferent Tang Si, and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache, "Mom and Dad are wary of Grandpa and listen to him in everything. But you are still young, do you really want to waste your whole life in a commercial marriage? You love Shi Ran, I can help you and Shi Ran leave the country smoothly, and you can elope to start your own world. I..."