Mi primer marido después de la transmigración

Capítulo 62

Tang Shijiu lay on Tang Qingliu's lap, sobbing uncontrollably. She seemed to want to cry out all her grievances and release them completely. Between sobs, she spoke intermittently about Shen Yuntan's affairs, her words slurred and unclear, and Tang Qingliu could hardly understand a word she said.

However, he did not push her away, letting her cry endlessly, letting her tears, snot, and mud smear on his clean and tidy gray robe.

After a long while, Tang Shijiu finished crying, hiccuped, raised her face, and sat down on the ground.

Tang Qingliu stroked her soft black hair, feeling inexplicably filled with affection.

Tang Shijiu wiped his face with his sleeve and forced a smile: "Young Master Tang, thank you."

Tang Qingliu raised his eyebrows: "No need to thank me. It's been a long time since anyone has come to talk to me, and I've been feeling quite bored. By the way, young lady, could you please explain your story more clearly? All I heard was 'Waaaaah, he lied to me. Waaaaah, the divine spittoon... Waaaaah...'"

He imitated her crying voice so perfectly that Tang Shijiu couldn't help but chuckle, saying embarrassedly, "I don't cry that badly at all!"

For some reason, although it was her first time meeting Tang Qingliu, she didn't feel like a stranger at all. On the contrary, she felt as if they had known each other for a very long time, so long that there was no need to be reserved. She poured herself a cup of tea and slowly began to tell her story.

Upon hearing that her fiancé had been stolen by her junior sister, Tang Qingliu slammed his fist on the table and cursed Gu Yan and Xu Ziqing as bastards.

When he heard that she had drunkenly blocked the road and tried to steal her husband, Tang Qingliu clapped his hands and laughed, praising her as an extraordinary woman.

When Tang Qingliu heard that Shenyin had deceived her, she frowned and sighed along with her.

There seems to be a natural understanding between them, allowing them to accurately grasp each other's thoughts and emotions.

"I think he was good to me partly for Tang Weiqi and partly for the Tuanfu Heart Sutra," Tang Shijiu sighed, unable to help but feel saddened.

Upon hearing the words "Tuanfu Heart Method," Tang Qingliu's eyes narrowed, and he said, "That's not entirely true. Nineteen, you're so adorable, don't underestimate yourself. But your master is indeed ridiculous. Just because he didn't want you to see your junior brothers and sisters get married, he sent you down the mountain."

Upon hearing this, Tang Shijiu suddenly remembered that his master had given him some instructions before he left.

She rummaged through her pockets for a while, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she found that her purse was still there. "Oh right, I forgot to mention that Master told me to go down the mountain to find my parents and even gave me a token. But in reality, I have no intention of looking for them at all. So many years have passed, they're probably long dead, and even if they're not, since they abandoned me back then, they probably don't have any intention of acknowledging me as their daughter. It doesn't really matter whether I look for them or not."

She fiddled with her purse, speaking casually.

Tang Qingliu's expression changed, and he reached out and snatched the purse from Shijiu's hand.

Although he didn't really care whether he found his parents or not, this purse was the only thing his parents had left him, and now that it had been stolen, how could Tang Shijiu not be furious: "Hey! Why did you steal my things!"

Tang Qingliu ignored him completely, and continued to examine the purse. His fingers twitched slightly, as if he wanted to open the purse.

Enraged, Tang Shijiu lunged at Tang Qingliu, yelling, "Give it back to me!"

Tang Qingliu subtly stepped aside, and Nineteen fell face-first into the mud, full of resentment: "Bastard, give it back to me!"

Tang Qingliu turned the purse inside out, examining it closely, his expression shifting between light and shadow. After a while, he looked up, his voice trembling slightly: "Say it again, what's your name?"

His face was frighteningly gloomy, and Tang Shijiu was a little scared. He whispered, "Tang, Tang Shijiu."

"You just said you were born on the ninth day of the tenth lunar month? Which year was the ninth day of the tenth lunar month?!" The veins on his neck bulged, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Tang Shijiu was terrified by his appearance and gave a year. Before she could finish speaking, Tang Qingliu had already darted to her side. Although his hands and feet were restrained by chains, his movements were still astonishingly fast. He grabbed Tang Shijiu's shoulders, scrutinizing her terrified face, and with a force that could almost crush her shoulder bones.

So similar...too similar...

He should have known! The moment he saw that face, he should have known! No evidence was needed; that face was the best evidence!

"You're not dead! You're not dead! That's great! So good! So good!!"

Tang Qingliu released Nineteen and suddenly burst into laughter, laughing with extraordinary joy and merriment. He jumped around the room like a child, as if he had obtained the best treasure in the world.

Years ago, he made some mistakes that led to the death of his beloved. He punished himself, refusing to see anyone and confining himself to a secluded place. Every day, he endured the torment of guilt, self-blame, and longing. He thought that his most precious person had been taken back by heaven, but he never imagined that one day he would get her back.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Father and Daughter (Part Two)

Tang Qingliu was so happy in the room that he tried to do somersaults, but unfortunately, his feet were chained, so he couldn't do the somersaults and instead fell flat on his face. He looked at Nineteen for a while, then looked in the mirror, and was quite pleased to find that Nineteen's eyes and eyebrows looked a lot like his.

Eighteen years ago, he was a dashing and charming young man in the martial arts world. Unlike the ruthless and vicious Tang family, he disliked using poison and preferred a bold and unrestrained style of martial arts. He was also known for his generous and uninhibited nature and loved to host lavish banquets. By chance, he received guidance from a master in his youth, which allowed him to forge his own path in the martial arts world. He even went so far as to change his name to Tang Qingliu, which is why he was disliked by the Tang Clan's patriarch and ended up living in such a dark and secluded courtyard.

He was a man who valued quality of life. Although the courtyard was not in a good location, it was still his own house, so he put a lot of thought into it and managed to turn a remote and secluded house into a paradise.

Near this idyllic paradise, he met her.

To be precise, it was them—she and her husband.

They were a mysterious couple in the martial arts world, their actions both righteous and wicked. Having obtained the legendary Tuanfu Heart Sutra, they naturally attracted envy and jealousy. The most ruthless and accurate attacker was their junior brother. His poisoning skills were no less than those of the Tang Clan; they were poisoned and lay half-dead by the roadside before he rescued them.

When they were rescued, their skin had turned blackish-purple, and their faces were contorted with pain; in short, they were barely recognizable as human. Tang Qingliu, always eager to help, carried them back to his residence. When it came to using and detoxifying poison, who in the world could compare to the Tang Clan? So he healed them, and the man looked dashing, the woman beautiful.

Ge Yang and Xi Yan truly live up to their reputation as legends of the martial arts world.

Ge Yang and he became sworn brothers. There were no secrets between brothers, including the Tuanfu Heart Sutra, which the three often studied together. Ge Yang was calm and reserved, never showing his emotions. Xi Yan was lively and active, as bright as the summer sun, which suited Tang Qingliu's personality better.

And so things started to get ridiculous, like the lowest-class tales in the martial arts world: a brother's woman is the easiest to bully.

Some couldn't help themselves, while others couldn't restrain themselves.

Afterwards, Tang Qingliu realized he was a complete bastard. But no matter how bastard he was, the deed was done. The situation gradually became complicated, and in the end, he was surrounded and attacked by the Tang Clan elders, beaten half to death.

Once he recovered, news spread that Ge Yang had gone mad and killed Xi Yan and his newborn daughter.

Even a fool could tell that his daughter was his.

With Xi Yan and her daughter both dead, and Ge Yang missing and likely dead as well, the once lively and hospitable young master of the martial arts world locked himself in confinement for seventeen years.

This was the best way he could come up with to punish himself.

He would not commit suicide. First, suicide would not help the situation. Second, he did not know how he could face Ge Yang and Xi Yan in the afterlife. The third reason was known only to himself—after Ge Yang and Xi Yan, he was the only successor of the Tuanfu Heart Method.

He didn't want the secret techniques that Ge Yang and Xi Yan had worked so hard for their entire lives to be lost.