I fell through the tunnel and brought my family to live a good life

Mr. Tang's face darkened, and a ruthless light flashed in his eyes. He put down the teacup, stood up, walked in front of Tang Wenhao, raised his hand and slapped him loudly. This slap was as fierce as thunder, making Tang Wenhao's cheeks red and swollen instantly.

Tang Wenhao staggered a few steps after being slapped by his father. His cheeks were burning with pain, but his heart was more painful. He looked at his father's cold and ruthless face, and the anger and disappointment in his heart were intertwined, almost tearing his soul apart.

"Remember this!" Master Tang's voice was cold and cruel. "In this world, nothing is more important than power and status. Her identity and background destined her to not be with you. Her death was her choice and her fate. I was just following God's will. If you dare to bring up this matter again, or investigate further, I will not only make you lose Chen Yuanyuan, but also make you lose much more!"

"You...how can you say that?" Tang Wenhao's voice was trembling and hoarse. "Yuanyuan is innocent. She didn't do anything wrong."

Master Tang glanced at him coldly, his tone full of disdain and contempt: "Innocent? Who in this world is truly innocent? Her identity and background are her original sin. Do you think you can change anything? You are just a child, and you are too naive."

Tang Wenhao clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain. He raised his head angrily and looked directly into his father's eyes.

Master Tang sneered, his tone full of threats: "Don't look at me like that, you little brat. Do you think you can fight against the power of the entire family and the entire court? I tell you, you are courting your own death!"

Tang Wenhao didn't say anything else. He turned around and slammed the door, leaving Master Tang standing alone in the study. Master Tang sat back in the armchair. The majesty and coldness he had just shown were gone. He leaned back against the armchair, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply.

When Tang Wenhao staggered from the slap, a trace of pity flashed in Master Tang's eyes, but he quickly suppressed this emotion. He knew that as the head of the family, he had to remain cold and firm, and not waver in the slightest. However, thinking back to his son's swollen cheeks and the tears flashing in his eyes, Master Tang's heart could not help but ripple. He recalled every detail of Wenhao's childhood, that smart, well-behaved and sensible child, but now he was so obsessed because of a woman. He couldn't help but sigh, his heart full of helplessness and disappointment.

"Am I doing this right?" Mr. Tang asked himself in his heart. He knew that he was doing this for the benefit and power of the family, but was the price really worth it? He recalled Wen Hao's deep affection for Chen Yuanyuan, and his heart was shaken.

However, he quickly regained his composure. He knew that he could not ruin the future of his entire family for a woman. He took a deep breath, suppressed his hesitation and reluctance, and regained his previous coldness and determination.

After a long time, there was a knock on the study door. It was Mrs. Tang.

"Yingchen," Mrs. Tang walked into the study and saw Mr. Tang still leaning against the armchair, so she walked forward worriedly.

Mr. Tang opened his eyes slightly, and seeing Mrs. Tang's worried expression, his irritability calmed down a little. He tried his best to make his tone sound calm: "Yuwan, why are you here?"

Mrs. Tang walked up to Mr. Tang, gently stroked his shoulder, and said softly, "I was worried about you, so I came to see you." She noticed the fatigue in Mr. Tang's eyes and the sadness between his brows, and she became even more worried.

Mr. Tang sighed softly and placed his palm on Mrs. Tang's hand on his shoulder, as if he wanted to seek some comfort from her tenderness. He whispered, "Yuwan, I know I went too far, but I am thinking about Wenhao's future."

Mrs. Tang gently patted Mr. Tang on the back, and her voice became softer: "I know your difficulties. You are doing this for Wen Hao, but I think you should tell him."

Mr. Tang shook his head, his tone firm and resolute: "No, I would rather let him hate me than let him know the girl's true intentions."

Mrs. Tang felt a pang of bitterness in her heart after hearing what Mr. Tang said. She understood her husband's worries and difficulties, and also understood his love for his son as a father. Wenhao had not grown up with them since he was a child, and they owed their son too much. Now, because of this incident, the relationship between father and son has become more tense, and she really can't stay out of it.

On the other hand, Tang Wenhao was in an extremely heavy mood at the moment. He sat in the carriage and looked at the people walking on the street outside the window. His left face was still hot from being hit, but more of the pain was in his heart. There were endless pedestrians on the street, and no one noticed this distraught boy.

Shen Xiao, who had just come out of the academy, saw the distraught Tang Wenhao at a glance. He had never seen Tang Wenhao like this before. He quickly stepped forward and stopped the carriage.

Seeing that it was Shen Xiao, Tang Wenhao seemed to have found an outlet for his emotions, his eyes became red. Shen Xiao quickly got on the carriage and asked Tang Wenhao what was going on. Tang Wenhao shook his head and just told Shen Xiao to go to Tang's with him.