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Chapter 154 This Is What Love Looks Like
Bedroom on the third floor.

Because no one was walking, the lights in the corridor were extremely weak.

Song Shimiao walked lightly, for fear of disturbing Tang Yuanqing.

After all, as an old man in his 80s, he must pay attention to it many times.

Sometimes even a little movement can disturb him.

Finally reaching Tang Yuanqing's door, she lowered her head and straightened her attire before knocking on the door.

"Come in." The old man's voice sounded like a bell, and it seemed that he was not resting.

Song Shimiao breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully opened the door.

In the room, an old man in his 80s was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a newspaper in his hand.

Seeing her, Tang Yuanqing smiled, "Xiao Miao, you came to see me."

Hearing the long-lost voice in memory, Song Shimiao's eyes turned red, Xiaobu quickly walked to his side, and said softly: "Yes, I'm here to see you, Uncle Tang."

"It's really been a long time." Due to presbyopia, the old man could only squint his eyes, "Let me see, it seems that I'm not as thin as before."

Song Shimiao's mother was the housekeeper of the Tang family back then, so she lived with her mother in the Tang family.

It was also Tang Yuanqing who discovered her talent for painting and provided her with schooling.

So she felt quite guilty.

"Uncle Tang, haven't I always been like this?" Her eyes flushed unconsciously.

Hearing this, Tang Yuanqing smiled slightly, put down the newspaper in his hand, took her hand and started a long conversation.

Old people always like to talk about the old things.

"I think back then you and Liangqin were inseparable friends. People outside said you were two sisters. I thought at the time, if only I had such an excellent daughter as you, hahaha..."

Hearing him talk about Tang Liangqin, although it was a very happy thing, but I always felt a little acid in my heart.

"No matter what Uncle Tang said, Liangqin is much better than me."

Tang Yuanqing waved his hand, and suddenly stopped laughing, "What's the use of being excellent..."

In the end, it was not for a man to die or live.

Seeing that he seemed a little depressed, Song Shimiao held his hand back and comforted him: "Uncle Tang, don't say that."

Feeling Song Shimiao's worry and anxiety, Tang Yuanqing had a smile on his face again, "Then let's not talk about these unhappy things, how are you and Haishi doing now?"

"It's okay, it's just rice, oil and salt together."

"Okay, this is what it looks like in love..."

Regarding Song Shimiao, Tang Yuanqing had always felt guilty in his heart.

How much she and Jiang Hai fell in love back then.

But the conditions offered to him by that old Jiang family were too tempting.

It can protect the descendants of the Tang family for generations to come.

That's why he teamed up with the old man of the Jiang family to force Song Shimiao away, and then forced Tang Liangqin to marry him.

In the end, his daughter fell into a depression and died, and Song Shimiao was also tortured and bruised all over.

Speaking of it, the culprit is him.

So much so that he is now in his 80s, but he never dared to think of death.

Because I don't know how to go down and face my own daughter, and I don't know how to face my wife...

What she entrusted to herself back then was to take good care of their daughter...

He regrets it, really regrets it...

Perhaps the biggest mistake he made in his life was not being able to perfect Tang Liangqin and Yu Qiufeng.

(End of this chapter)