Chapter 231: The Father and Son Are Too Shameless

Chapter 231: The Father and Son Are Too Shameless

The next day, Xiao Wu woke up and found Zhao Ling still sleeping soundly beside her. Smiling, she propped herself up, kissed him gently on the cheek, got dressed, and quietly left the room.

Unexpectedly, the moment she stepped outside, she was met with four pairs of eyes staring at her. Startled, she blushed in embarrassment.

Ah Yin stepped forward, glanced into the room, and asked, "Little girl, what's going on? Weren't we all supposed to be sleeping in Xiaoqi's room? How come you and your husband ended up alone in his room?"

"That's right!" Tang Wutong chimed in, puffing her cheeks in mock indignation. "Mom, did you drag Brother Ling out of the room while we were too tired to notice? What are you up to?"

Seeing her daughter, Xiao Wu immediately remembered her frantic worry when Tang Wutong had disappeared. She rushed forward, pulling her into a tight hug.

"Xiaoqi, I'm so glad you're safe! You had me so worried…" she murmured softly, her voice filled with relief.

Tang Wutong, confused by her mother's sudden emotional display, frowned. Something about her mother felt… different, though she couldn't pinpoint exactly what.

Before Wutong could say anything, Xiao Wu released her and threw herself into her grandmother's arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Mom, I'm so glad you're alright. I missed you so much…"

Arou was equally baffled by her daughter's behavior, sensing that something was amiss.

Tang Wutong, struck by a sudden possibility, tentatively asked, "Mom, have you… come back from ten thousand years in the future, too?"

Her question shocked Arou, Ah Yin, and Liu Erlong, all of whom turned to Xiao Wu in astonishment.

After a moment, Xiao Wu calmed herself and answered, "I don't know if I should say I've 'come back.' My main consciousness is still the me of this timeline. But I did have a vivid dream…"

She continued, her voice trembling slightly as she recounted, "In that dream, your grandmother died while searching for your grandfather. I became an orphan, left without a father or a mother. I made many friends in the human world, even recognizing Erlong's mother as my adoptive mother. But beyond that…"

Xiao Wu's gaze shifted to Ah Yin as she spoke.

"In that dream, Aunt Yin married a man named Tang Hao. Later, she willingly sacrificed herself to become Tang Hao's final spirit ring, making him the youngest Titled Douluo.

As for me, I was targeted by Tang Hao and his son, Tang San. Tang San pursued me relentlessly, and although I despised him, I couldn't escape. Eventually, he coerced me and my two brothers into sacrificing our 100,000-year spirit rings for his benefit.

Even worse, after using me as a scabbard for the Shura Sword and forcing me to help him gain dual godhood, he shamelessly coerced me into marrying him. That father-and-son duo was utterly vile."

Xiao Wu's words left the four women utterly stunned. Tang Wutong, in particular, felt as though a veil had been lifted from her mind.

She had always felt an instinctive disgust whenever her father was mentioned, and now she understood why. If her father truly was the despicable figure Xiao Wu described, her hatred was justified.

Tang Wutong shuddered at the thought, feeling relieved that she couldn't remember him clearly. If she had vivid memories of her father, she would likely be too nauseated to function.

Tearing up, she hugged Xiao Wu tightly. "Mom, don't worry. You're safe now. Brother Ling will protect you, and no one will ever threaten you again."

"Mm," Xiao Wu murmured, nodding as she embraced her daughter. For the first time in a long while, she felt genuinely happy.

Meanwhile, Ah Yin silently breathed a sigh of relief. Many of Xiao Wu's words aligned with entries she had read in Zhao Ling's diary, though Xiao Wu's account was far more detailed.

Her "dream" had unveiled Tang Hao's selfishness and Tang San's depravity. Ah Yin's heart burned with disgust—not just for those two men, but for the entire Haotian Sect.

Liu Erlong felt the same fury, while Tang Wutong vowed to herself that she would one day exact vengeance on behalf of her mother and grandmother.

"If I ever meet Tang Hao, Tang San, or any of their sect members," Tang Wutong thought grimly, "I'll make them pay for what they've done."

She even considered changing her last name, feeling that the name "Tang" itself was too repulsive to bear.

Xiao Wu, noticing her daughter's rising anger, gently patted her head. "Don't act so rashly," she advised softly. "You're a grown woman now; you shouldn't behave like a child. How will you satisfy your husband in the future if you stay so impulsive?"

As the women continued their conversation, Zhao Ling lay awake in his room, having been roused by Xiao Wu's kiss earlier. Pretending to sleep, he overheard everything.

When Xiao Wu described her "dream" and exposed Tang Hao and Tang San's actions, Zhao Ling couldn't help but smirk inwardly.

Once again, the system had proven its brilliance. It had flawlessly altered Xiao Wu's memories to deepen her love for him while erasing any lingering attachments to Tang San.

"Well done," Zhao Ling thought. "With this, there's no way Xiao Wu will ever waver in her feelings for me."

Grinning, he decided to let the women continue their discussion, content in the knowledge that his bond with Xiao Wu was stronger than ever.

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