The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 3028 You Look Too High To Me
Chapter 63 You think too highly of me
After Chen Yuanyuan finished speaking, he drank the Moutai in another gulp.

Then, she turned around and left the mental nursing home.

Going resolutely, going without hesitation, it is obvious that going to Hengcheng will kill the fish and catch the net.

When her figure gradually faded away, Tang Sanguo reached for the bottle of Moutai, poured himself a glass of wine and drank it.

Then he sat back on the bench behind the door, looked at the locust tree in the courtyard and sighed.

This sigh contained endless helplessness.

"Chen Yuanyuan's life and death are unpredictable."

At this moment, a huge figure gradually appeared, blocking the sun and covering the courtyard.

A middle-aged man appeared at the door, looking at the melancholy Tang Sanguo behind the curtain.

He said softly: "She has sacrificed so much for you, why don't you come out to see her for the last time?"

Tang Sanguo poured another glass of wine and said, "She is seriously ill, even you dare not approach her, so why should I harm her?"

"You and I are just wine and meat friends, but you are former lovers."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly: "Compared with the risk of infection you bring, she wants to see you more."

Tang Sanguo's tone remained calm, but the words were a little lonely:
"It is precisely because we have loved that I cannot see her even more."

"For her physical safety, but also for what she looks like in her heart."

"I don't see, in her heart, I'm still that personable and talented Tang Sect genius."

"She will also think of my little shadow and show mercy to Ruoxue."

"See you, seeing me ugly and skinny now will destroy her last illusion about me."

"This will also make her merciless against Ruoxue."

"This is my last bit of support for Ruoxue."

Tang Sanguo smiled wryly: "I owe her too much."

He didn't want his daughter to bear so many things, but she couldn't help herself in the rivers and lakes.

The middle-aged man looked at the several dishes placed at the door and the residual aroma of Moutai and said:
"Although Chen Yuanyuan is full of hatred for you, deep down he still cares."

"Otherwise, she wouldn't have dug out the 30-year-old Moutai to say goodbye to you."

"And I believe that in your bones, you don't want her to fight your daughter."

"So you came out just now and begged her hard. There is a high probability that she will soften and save your daughter's life."

He sighed lightly: "Besides, you really owe her 30 years."

Tang Sanguo took a sip from his wine glass: "I understand her temperament, no one can persuade her to decide."

"She can't get around the circle where Tang Beixuan is Tang Pingfan's son, so she will definitely kill Ruoxue by any means to take revenge."

"After all, I completely lost her to Tang Pingfan."

Tang Sanguo's tone was tangled, and the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

He can understand that he can't help himself, but now that he doesn't even have a heart, he feels very uncomfortable.

"It's not her fault."

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and said, "She sacrificed herself to save your life."

"And you have not moved for 30 years, which made her turn from expectation to disappointment, pain, and numbness."

"Finally waiting for Tang Pingfan to die unexpectedly, she had the hope of supporting her son to the throne, and your daughter stomped her out again."

"She is a woman and a mother after all. She has her own limits. You can't be too demanding."

"Of course, I can't blame you."

"For the past 30 years, Tang Pingfan has put a rope around your neck. If you have any clues, you are probably dead."

"No, to be precise, if Tang Pingfan hasn't died, you might not be able to move for the rest of your life."

"I haven't figured out the background of Tang Sect and the chips in Murong Qin's hand."

"And Tang Beixuan's death was also the most important link in the Tang Sect's collapse."

"If Tang Beixuan doesn't die, Chen Yuanyuan won't break the pot and smash the Tang Sect, and will even do his best to preserve the Tang Sect and leave it to his son."

"In that case, it will not be the result you want, Tang Sanguo."

"Only by killing Tang Beixuan, cutting off Chen Yuanyuan's hope, and making her crazy can the Tang Sect be pushed to the brink of danger."

"This move of yours is really a drudgery for destroying the Tang Sect."

"It's a pity that the price is a bit high. It drives the beloved woman crazy and puts the daughter in danger."

The middle-aged man looked at Tang Sanguo behind the curtain and said, "Is it worth taking this step?"

Tang Sanguo poured a glass of wine and took a sip: "Are you thinking too highly of me?"

"I am a person who is suffering from a serious disease and will die at any time. How can I set up a trick for my daughter to kill Tang Beixuan?"

"Besides, tigers don't eat their children. No matter how bastard I am, I won't let my daughter take risks."

"I will not let Ruoxue and Chen Yuanyuan go to the point of death."

"Tang Beixuan's death by Ruoxue was just an accident."

He smiled bitterly: "It's really just an accident."

The middle-aged man's smile brightened, but his gaze became as sharp as an eagle:

"Everyone is an old friend, you don't need to fight with me haha, otherwise it would be in vain for me to open the back door for you."

"You know, in the entire mental nursing home, you can meet family members and friends, and you can call once a week, and you are the only one."

"Also, Tang Ruoxue went on a rampage in Hengcheng, not only killing Chen Chenxi, but also killing Ouyang Yuan."

"She is one of Jinyi Pavilion's agents in Hengcheng."

"If your daughter kills her, it means harming the interests of Jinyi Pavilion. Changsun Siyu can definitely kill her."

"But for the sake of your old friend, I will not pursue it if you let her die despite all the arguments."

He added: "I've treated you like this, and you still make false claims with me, wouldn't it be unkind?"

Tang Sanguo shook his chair slightly, and replied noncommittally:

"Director Murong, you have said everything. You allowed me to meet and talk with guests."

"Then the person I met, the content of the call, you should know better than me."

"Besides, my survival is a problem now, so how can I have the energy to make calculations?"

"As long as I have the means, how can I just watch the woman I love and my daughter fight each other?"

"Director Murong, you don't need to test me, the former genius Tang Sanguo is already dead."

Tang Sanguo was humbled like never before: "Now I'm just a trash waiting to die."

Murong Lengchan sighed:
"Although the guests you met and the content of the call were all recorded."

"But my intuition tells me that you have not only my old friend in Jinyi Pavilion, but also other unknown old friends."

"You must have other means to remotely command or send instructions."

"Of course, I said this not to dig out your chess pieces, but to say that I am worthy of your trust."

"You should be clear, I am also the one who wishes Tang Sect and Murong Qin bad luck."

"So if you remotely command the people outside to do something, I won't dissuade you or close your little black room."

"It's just that I want you to be honest with me."

"Only if we have enough trust between us, can we grow bigger and stronger together, and make the Tang Sect fall apart."

Murong Lengchan said with all his heart and soul, "You show your sincerity, and I will give you more convenience."

Tang Sanguo exhaled a long breath, his tone very helpless:

"Director Murong, you really think highly of me."

"I'm really no longer the Tang Sanguo before. Not only do I have no ambitions, but I also have no ability."

"Look, my condition has deteriorated these days, and my palms and ears are almost useless."

"I can't even protect my own life, so how can I plan a strategy thousands of miles away?"

After finishing speaking, Tang Sanguo stretched out his hand and lifted the door curtain.

He revealed his appearance, and tremblingly stretched out his right hand.

Murong Lengchan narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the field of vision, Tang Sanguo lost a lot of weight, and his eyes sunken deeply.

Spots all over the face, neck, and arms.

A small part of his ear was festered.

There was also a hole in the palm and back of the right hand.

At first glance, it looks like it has been pierced by chopstick holes.

The rotting wound, white pustules, were clearly visible.

Tang Sanguo seemed to be dying at any moment.

But Murong Lengchan still didn't speak, just looked at Tang Sanguo peacefully, as if he was spying on something.

Tang Sanguo did not dodge either, allowing Murong Lengchan to examine him.

After a long time, Murong Lengchan withdrew his gaze and smiled:
"It seems that I really think highly of you."

"Okay, don't say anything, you are sick, drink less, I'll go first."

He waved to Tang Sanguo, then turned and left.

Seeing his disappearing back, Tang Sanguo let out a long breath, then withdrew his right hand and lowered the door curtain.

"I can heal your injury!"

At this moment, Murong Lengchan went back and forth like a whirlwind, rushing in front of Tang Sanguo with a whoosh.

Then he grabbed Tang Sanguo's right hand, flashed a dagger and slashed it.

With a pounce, the dagger sliced ​​away the pustules and festering flesh on Tang Sanguo's palm.

Blood came out instantly.

"what--"

Tang Sanguo let out a muffled snort, his face showing pain.

Murong Lengchan frowned slightly as he watched Tang Sanguo peel off the rotten flesh but the hole in his palm was still visible.

This wound is really rotten, not a disguise.

Tang Sanguo squeezed out a sentence: "Guan Yunchang scrapes the bone to heal the wound, you cut the flesh to heal the disease?"

"I owe you a favor."

Murong Lengchan threw down a bottle of beauty medicine and turned to leave:
"Hengcheng returns your daughter..."

Tang Sanguo covered his right hand and didn't speak, but looked at Murong Lengchan's wrist with deep eyes.

There, there was a drop of blood spattered from his palm.

(End of this chapter)