"Shi Ran has a good relationship with you. Even if you don't lack money from her, she should still give you a gift," Meng Jingwei said, picking up her phone to call Shi Ran again, and putting it on speaker.
"No!"
Tang Si wanted to stop her, but before the words could even come out, the call was already connected.
Shi Ran's voice came from the other end of the phone, "... Sister Wei?"
"What's wrong? If I don't call you, are you never going to contact me?" Meng Jingwei sat on Qing Muye's lap, resting her elbow on her knee to hold the phone, her gaze fixed on Tang Si as she spoke.
Unbeknownst to her, Tang Si wished he could quickly leave the living room at this very moment.
However, his feet felt as if they were cast in lead, utterly unable to move.
Hearing the voice he had longed for, Tang Si felt as if a scar on his heart had been reopened, revealing a fresh wound.
"I'm sorry, Sister Wei."
Shi Ran gripped her phone, her face etched with pain, her voice filled with an indescribable sorrow. "I... I... I've been busy taking care of Yuan Wei's mother these past few days. Her mother's illness has relapsed."
Many explanations were on the tip of her tongue, but Shi Ran found it difficult to articulate them, so she used Yuan Wei's mother as an excuse.
Although Yuan Wei's mother's illness had relapsed, it didn't prevent her from contacting Meng Jingwei.
From New Year's Eve until today, for several days, Shi Ran had edited countless messages she wanted to send to Meng Jingwei, wishing her a Happy New Year.
In the end, all the messages were deleted one by one.
Meng Jingwei's original intention was to make Tang Si change his mind. She never expected that Shi Ran's words would shatter all her hopes.
She subconsciously looked up at Tang Si, only to see him with a dark expression, striding out of the hall.
Seeing him leave, Meng Jingwei patted Qing Muye. Qing Muye understood and followed him out.
"Shi Ran, Tang Si is getting married tomorrow, do you know that?" Meng Jingwei spoke directly, "Zhao Wuyan's matter hit him hard. You... do you really want to watch him jump into the fire?"
Shi Ran: "..."
Meng Jingwei: "I didn't support you and Tang Si before because I was worried Tang Si wouldn't settle down and was unreliable. But after experiencing so much, I can also see Tang Si's feelings for you. You..."
"Sister Wei, please don't say any more," Shi Ran interrupted Meng Jingwei, her voice trembling slightly. "I've seen everything about Ah Si on television. He, he always liked Zhao Wuyan before. The important thing is that they are well-matched, and that's the best marriage."
The disparity between their families had always made her feel unworthy of Tang Si. Coupled with the disfigurement, it had inflicted immense pain, exacerbating her inferiority complex and making her even more hesitant to dream of being with Tang Si.
Perhaps, this was fate.
Everything was destined.
After her words, there was a brief moment of silence between them.
Shi Ran then said, "Tomorrow is his wedding, and I can't attend. Sister Wei, could you please convey my blessings to him for me?"
"Shi Ran, I..."
"That's enough, I won't say anymore. Sister Wei, I have something else to do here, let's talk later." Before Meng Jingwei could finish speaking, she had already hung up the phone.
The dial tone buzzed from the other end of the phone, and Meng Jingwei frowned helplessly, placing the phone on the table.
She got up and walked outside, only to see Qing Muye returning with Xiao Yiyi in his arms.
Qing Muye shook his head and sighed with great helplessness, "Xiao Si is stubborn. Once he makes a decision, he won't easily turn back. I've called Yan Ming and Old Han, and they'll go to the Tang family to persuade him later. But I fear it will be in vain."
"We did our best. As for the rest... let fate decide," Meng Jingwei truly had no other way.
The next day, the sixth day of the lunar new year.
The wedding of Tang Si and Zhao Wuyan at the Aslant International Hotel.