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“Dad…” Tang Yuxin called out to Tang Zhinian, wondering what had happened. Had they had an argument?

But they were the exemplary brothers of the village.

Just like Wa Song and his elder brother.

They were such good siblings, could they really have gotten into a fight?

“Xinxin is back,” said Tang Zhinian, his face lifting slightly at the sight of his daughter. “There’s food in the pot, serve yourself. Your uncle and I have something to discuss.”

Alright then, Tang Yuxin placed her school bag on the table, and then went into the kitchen. When she returned, she was holding a bowl of noodles that had been made at noon and reheated in the evening. She was starved and nothing tasted better than these noodles.

Sitting on a stool, Tang Yuxin ate her meal, but her ears were attuned to the conversation around her.

Suddenly, with a loud slap on the table, Tang Yuxin jumped, forcing the noodles in her mouth down her throat. She then sipped some soup from her bowl. Without the soup, she might have choked.

Did they really need to make such a noise?

They could have just shouted. They didn’t have to copy others who bang on tables and smash bowls. She could hear them perfectly well.

“What do you mean by all this? Tell me!”

Tang Zhijun hollered at his brother, his face covered in spit. Poor Zhijun was scolded like a henpecked husband and didn’t dare retort. He didn’t even dare to wipe away the droplets of spit on his face.

“Bro, what do you want to hear?”

Tang Zhijun sighed as if he was resigned to his fate.

“What’s going on between you and that widow?”

Tang Zhijun’s face looked even longer than a horse’s now. When he heard this, he nearly blew his top.

“There’s nothing,” Tang Zhijun lowered his head and wiped his face, “and bro, she’s not a widow, she’s divorced.”

“Is there a difference?”

Tang Zhinian roared at his brother again.

“Bro, I want to marry her.”

Tang Zhijun wiped his face once more, this time his tone was unwavering.

“Marry her?” Tang Zhinian thought he had misheard, “Tang Zhijun, are you out of your mind? You’re a young man, and she is a widow with a child. You still want to marry her?”

“Yes,” Tang Zhijun nodded, “Bro, the rumors are already spreading like wildfire. If I don’t marry her, who else will?” He found it very upsetting that he had been the subject of town gossip simply because he had helped her a few times.

Rumors can be more violent than wild beasts. As a man, he didn’t care, but how could a woman with a child survive such humiliation?

Wasn’t this equivalent to sentencing them to death?

Yes, he had made up his mind. He wanted to marry her. Despite his previous hesitations, he was now firm in his decision. He would treat her well, he would be kind to her and her daughter.