Today's meal is off. Let's all head back! Tang Dapeng surveyed the chaos in the room and spoke solemnly.
With that, he grabbed Zhang Zhili and his wife and daughter, heading towards the door. Others followed suit, hurriedly bidding farewell and leaving. Only the messy room and the tearful aunt's family were left behind.
On the way home, Zhang Yuehong glared at Zhang Zhili. "Do you know who those people were? How could you dare to get physical like that?"
"Zhili was just protecting me!" Tang Dapeng interjected with a dry cough.
"Ha! Han Feihu was scared stiff, yet he still tried to act tough! With Yiran working at the hospital, offending those thugs could easily lead to trouble!" Zhang Yuehong's anger grew as she spoke, her initial bravado replaced by fear. She blamed Zhang Zhili for acting impulsively.
Zhang Zhili remained calm. "They wouldn't dare do anything. She's my wife, I'll protect her."
Enraged, Zhang Yuehong slapped the back of the seat. "You've recovered from your illness and suddenly learned to talk big!"
"Alright, enough of that. Let's get your cousin, the police chief, to help smooth things over with Huang Wuye!" Tang Dapeng intervened to defuse the tension.
Green with anger, Zhang Yuehong continued, "It's easy for you to say. But dealing with Huang Wuye, that's like pulling teeth! Who knows how much it'll cost to make peace. It's all your fault. Yiran is so talented, she could have married anyone, but you insisted on her marrying him. Just because you've recovered from your illness doesn't mean you've become wise! Today's incident can't be entirely blamed on him!"
Suddenly, Tang Yiran spoke up, defending Zhang Zhili. Surprised, her parents were momentarily speechless. Zhang Zhili remained silent. With his medical skills and background, neither wealth nor status would pose a challenge to him. Especially not a thug involved in earthwork business. However, these were things he couldn't say out loud.
For a moment, an awkward silence filled the car. No one spoke as the car sped towards the Tang residence.
Located in a high-end neighborhood in the south of Nanbin City, the Tang family's residence wasn't a mansion, but its four-bedroom, two-living-room layout was spacious enough.
Upon arriving home, Zhang Yuehong and Tang Yiran headed to their respective rooms. Only Zhang Zhili and Tang Dapeng remained in the living room.
Tang Dapeng took Zhang Zhili's hand. "Now that you've recovered, I can finally face your mother with a clear conscience."
He looked ashamed. "When your parents passed away suddenly, I only thought of bringing you here. After all, I was an outsider at the time. So I left the matters of your parents' house and company to your second uncle!"
Zhang Zhili nodded. "Dad, I understand. There's not much inheritance left. At most, there are some mementos. I'll talk to my second uncle and retrieve them later."
Tang Dapeng hesitated, unable to say more. He couldn't divulge too much in front of Zhang Zhili, who had just recovered.
"Alright, as long as you're okay with it. Treat Yiran well from now on. She has a cold personality, so you'll need to be patient. Get me a grandchild soon!" Tang Dapeng said, pushing Zhang Zhili towards Tang Yiran's room.
"Oh..." Zhang Zhili remembered that he and Tang Yiran were sleeping in separate rooms. What did his father-in-law mean?
"What's this about? You've recovered from your illness, so hurry up and give me a grandchild!" Tang Dapeng said, pushing Zhang Zhili into the bedroom.
Tang Yiran was about to change clothes and take a shower. Upon hearing the commotion at the door, she hadn't even had time to put her clothes back on before Zhang Zhili was pushed in.
In front of her was a vast expanse of womanly beauty, with only her lingerie remaining, revealing her alluring figure.
"Turn around!" Tang Yiran blushed, embarrassed.
"Oh..." Zhang Zhili turned around, listening to the rustling sound of her dressing behind him, feeling inexplicably dry-mouthed and tongue-tied.
Once Tang Yiran was dressed, her face still bore a shy blush.
zhangzhili didn't say a word, just went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. This bedroom came with its own bathroom, and the sound of rushing water in the bathroom sparked imagination. Tang Yanran's delicate face and first-rate figure! Zhang Zhili felt that any man would be unable to control his excitement in such a situation. But, would it be too soon to share a bed together?
It wasn't until Tang Yanran came out of the bathroom, took a set of bedding from the closet, and spread it directly on the floor that Zhang Zhili stopped his wandering thoughts. They laid out the bedding, turned off the lights, all in one go, without saying a word.
Zhang Zhili knew that neither he nor Tang Yanran seemed to have fully accepted each other yet. He didn't deny that he had feelings for Tang Yanran. Over the past three years, he had felt her care. It was precisely because of this that he didn't want to force anything. He wanted to let fate take its course!
The night was very quiet, and the sound of the two tossing and turning was infinitely magnified.
Early the next morning, Zhang Zhili sent Tang Yanran to work as agreed. Tang Dapeng watched the two come and go together, feeling deeply moved, while Zhang Yuehong poured cold water on the situation: "Don't get too excited. Aren't you supposed to ask my cousin for help? Go buy groceries! Be mentally prepared, that guy can be tough!"
"Well, there's no other way. I inquired, and that Yellow Fifth, he's the kind to seek revenge for the smallest grievance. I can't wait for him to retaliate against Zhili!" Tang Dapeng frowned.
"Heh, the one you know is our son-in-law, but others might think he's your wild child! What nonsense!" Zhang Yuehong mocked.
When Tang Yanran arrived at the hospital, she was immediately approached by the friendly head nurse, Huang Min, who whispered to her in a corner: "Do you know that our hospital director, Zhang Debiao, got investigated?"
"Yeah!" Tang Yanran was slightly surprised.
Although Zhang Debiao wasn't exactly clean, the fact that he was reported after Song Siming mentioned it yesterday was quite surprising. Is this the influence of the top wealthy? Thinking of Zhang Zhili's big talk before, about curing Song Jiaojiao's depression, she felt a sense of worry.
"I heard your husband has recovered?" Huang Min asked again.
"Yeah!" Tang Yanran was already accustomed to the gossip in the hospital. After checking the time, she went straight to the consultation room.
Today, she was on duty in the outpatient department. After seeing a few patients, a shabby-looking young man with bleached hair walked in, wearing a tank top and covered in tattoos.
Following the routine, Tang Yanran asked, "What seems to be the problem?"
"My private parts itch, can you take a look?" The bleached-haired man smirked and stood up to pull down his pants.
"Don't move! This condition requires attention from the dermatology department!" Tang Yanran immediately stopped him.
The bleached-haired man snorted displeasedly and his facial muscles twitched. "Are you refusing treatment? Believe me, I'll complain about you!"
"You have the right to complain about me!" Tang Yanran stood up and opened the door of the consultation room.
"This is the emergency room, where we only deal with critical patients. Your condition does not endanger your life; it's not an emergency. You can go directly to the dermatology department!" Tang Yanran said firmly.
The bleached-haired man angrily stood at the door and shouted, "Damn doctor refusing treatment, heartless doctor! Isn't anyone going to do anything about it!"
Tang Yanran was pale with fright and subconsciously reached for her phone to call Zhang Zhili. But at the moment she dialed the number, she stopped. In this moment of crisis, she unexpectedly thought of Zhang Zhili! Has this man unwittingly given her a sense of security in her most difficult times?