Although Tang Laohan was upset that Tang Zhijing had not found a husband, he still held on to the belief that no matter how poorly she behaved, she was still his own daughter. He did not want his most accomplished child, the third son, to completely disregard her.
After pondering for a moment, Tang Laohan stepped out to the entrance of Tang Zhicheng's house and called for him. "Old Three, come out for a moment. Your father needs to talk to you."
"I'm coming," Tang Zhicheng replied as he stepped outside. "Father, what is it? Come in and say it."
"No need to go in. Just come over here; I need to discuss something with you." After saying this, Tang Laohan turned and walked back toward the main house where he and Tang Laotai lived.
Tang Zhicheng felt a stir of concern, guessing that his father might have learned about Tang Zhijing's situation. Without further ado, he followed Tang Laohan into the main house.
Tang Laohan sat on the edge of the kang and gestured for Tang Zhicheng to take a seat on a chair. "Old Three, you sit down too."
Tang Zhicheng remained silent and complied, sitting down.
Tang Laohan looked at his son, weighing his words before speaking. "Old Three, your mother told me about this morning's incident. Your sister was indeed in the wrong; I've told her before to stay out of family matters as much as possible. However, she should have learned her lesson by now and won't dare act like that again."
"Old Three, Zhijing is your sister; she has a hard time at her in-laws' place. You are the most successful one in our family. If you cut ties with her completely, it will only make things worse for her there."
"Old Three, can we just let this go for your father's sake? If it really doesn't work out, I can have Zhijing apologize to your wife."
After finishing his plea, Tang Laohan looked at Tang Zhicheng with hopeful eyes.
Tang Zhicheng gazed at his elderly father, whose hair was now completely white, and found it difficult to voice any rejection. Moreover, he realized that what he had said earlier was out of anger; with both parents still alive, it was clear that he would inevitably have to interact with Tang Zhijing in the future.
The bond between siblings could not simply be severed. However, while they couldn't completely cut ties, returning to their previous closeness was also impossible; they would have to treat each other as ordinary relatives from now on.
Thinking of this, Tang Zhicheng spoke up, "Alright, since you said so, let's do it this way. However, I want to make it clear that we shouldn't mention the child of San Ni from their family. I have my own son and daughter; I won't raise someone else's child, and the same goes for my niece."
When the old man Tang saw that Tang Zhicheng had agreed, he felt relieved and said, "I knew you were someone who valued family ties and wouldn't deny your sister. Don't worry, when your sister comes on the second day of the New Year, I'll have her apologize to your wife."
"That's not necessary. My wife doesn't care for her apology. It's just that, Dad, I'd prefer if my sister stayed out of our family's affairs. And as for my mother, she shouldn't listen to my sister's nonsense. She always says it's tough for her at her in-laws' house, but who has it easy?"
"She has three daughters, but that's not her fault. There's no need for her to lower herself at her in-laws' house; she should hold her head high and be herself. If her in-laws really bully her, we brothers will stand up for her," Tang Zhicheng replied.
"Hey, what are you saying? It's our fault that Zhijing hasn't given her husband a son; how can we still go knocking on their door?"
"Zhijing's mother-in-law is actually quite reasonable. It's normal for an old lady to favor her grandson. Just look at us—aren't we the same as your mother?"
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