Mr. Gatson's Bride Is Back

Tang Yiheng was silent.

Helping outsiders to deal with her own father.

Even if he didn’t want to acknowledge Tang Songkang as his father.

However, Tang Songkang’s blood was still flowing on his body.

This was still a difficult decision.

His body froze in front of the tombstone as his gaze fell on the woman’s face on the tombstone.

" Mom, if you were still alive, you would have stopped him from killing Grandpa, right?"

His mother was very filial to Tang Baiyong when she was alive.

She had tried her best for Tang Songkang, but she couldn’t change it.

"Mom, if I send him to jail, will you blame me?"

After all, this poor woman still loved Tang Songkang until the moment she died.

He saw Tang Yiheng’s struggle.

Yang Feng did not press him step by step to force him to make a quick decision.

Instead, he took two steps back.

It gave him enough space to think.

The air fell silent again.

There was only the sound of the wind blowing past his ears.

With the coolness of the night.

Tang Yiheng closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his eyes were filled with pain.

’Mom, what should I do now?’

The wind blew through the forest, and the night wind rustled.

The coldness was bone-piercing.

Tang Yiheng stared blankly at his mother’s grave.

Just as he was struggling, the phone in his pocket rang.

Tang Yiheng opened it and saw that it was a call from Tang Songkang.

Tang Yiheng didn’t want to talk to Tang Songkang now.

He resolutely refused to answer.

In less than two seconds, the phone rang again.

Tang Yiheng frowned and chose to answer the call.

"Hello,"

Tang Songkang asked coldly.

"Where are you now?"

Tang Yiheng looked around and answered calmly.

"I’m in the suburbs."

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

Soon, Tang Songkang’s angry voice sounded.

"Didn’t I tell you not to see her? She’s not your mother. Your mother should be a lady from a noble family, not a peasant woman from the countryside."

Tang Yiheng clenched his fists.

Tang Songkang refused to acknowledge the identity of Tang Yiheng’s mother for his own face.

She even ordered him not to visit his biological mother.

Everyone in the capital now thought that Mrs. Tang was his biological mother.

Actually, that was not the case.

That was because his mother had left for too long and had been forgotten by the world.

In the past, Tang Yiheng would still agree to it submissively on the surface.

But this time, Tang Yiheng was furious.

He laughed coldly.

"Tang Songkang, she was once your wife. He had sacrificed everything for this family, even his own life."

Tang Yiheng said sternly.

"But what about you? Not only did you not treat her well, but you also forced her into a desperate situation step by step."

Tang Yiheng’s eyes were slightly wet, and his nose was sour.

"She must have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to marry a scumbag like you."

In the end, when she died, he didn’t even say anything about her funeral.

Instead, it was promoted in a high-profile manner after Mrs. Tang, who was from a noble family, was replaced.

Tang Yiheng was either drunk or had enough.

His reprimand was like a storm.

Before Tang Songkang could react, he was scolded.

He was stunned for a long time before he regained some rationality.

He couldn’t help but get angry.

Tang Songkang’s eyebrows twitched, and a majestic anger brewed in his heart.

"Tang Yiheng! What kind of tone is that? Is this how you talk to your biological father? I’ve really raised you for nothing for so many years."

Tang Yiheng had expected him to be angry.

She moved her phone to the back in advance.

There were not many waves in his heart.

She just felt that Tang Songkang’s angry look was a little ridiculous.

Their phone call.

It didn’t seem like a father and son chatting, but more like a conversation between irreconcilable enemies.

After Tang Songkang finished scolding, he knew the principle of giving a sweet date to a stick.

Tang Yiheng was his son.

If possible, he still hoped that Tang Yiheng would be of the same mind as him.

Tang Songkang slowed down his voice.

"Yi Heng, I didn’t mean to reprimand you. After all, you’re my biological son. How can there be overnight enmity between father and son?"

Tang Yiheng’s lips curled up.

He didn’t say a word.

Tang Songkang continued.

"Yi Heng, come back quickly. Come back and be the eldest young master of the Tang family. He enjoyed the wealth of a high family and did not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life."

Tang Songkang added after thinking about it.

"Don’t ever look for that mother of yours. The mother of the Tang family’s eldest young master can’t be a country woman."

Tang Songkang said in a tone that said it was for his own good.

"Only in this way can you stand tall in high society and not be ridiculed and ostracized."

Tang Yiheng listened to him patiently.

She thought that he would repent.

Unexpectedly, he had no intention of repentance at all.

Tang Yiheng hung up the phone without saying a word.

At first, he was still a little hesitant. He didn’t want to help Yang Feng and the others fight against Tang Songkang.

However, Tang Songkang’s phone call.

It made him completely firm in his stance.

He found Yang Feng and told him.

"I’m willing to help you."

While Yang Feng felt complicated, he heaved a sigh of relief.

He nodded and said," Yi Heng, with your help, our operation will definitely make great progress."

He looked up at the sky.

"It’s already late at night. Let’s go back and rest first. As for the specifics, they would discuss it tomorrow."

Tang Yiheng replied," Alright."

The next day, Yang Feng called Gu Shimo to meet Tang Yiheng.

Gu Shimo realized that Tang Yiheng had become much more haggard after not seeing him for a few days.

Her lips were covered in dead skin, her eyes were lifeless, and she looked like she had lost her soul.

"Have you really decided?"

Gu Shimo picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and asked calmly.

Last night, Tang Yiheng had agreed to help them.

Gu Shimo did not want him to agree because it was an impulsive move. He couldn’t go back on his words halfway through. It would be troublesome then.

Therefore, Gu Shimo and Yang Feng gave Tang Yiheng another night to think.

Tang Yiheng came back to his senses, his eyes filled with determination.

"I won’t go back on my word. I’ll join you and help you take revenge for grandfather."

Gu Shimo nodded in satisfaction.

Although he didn’t know Tang Yiheng well.

However, after a few interactions, he had a rough idea.

He and his father, Tang Songkang, were two completely different kinds of people.

"I don’t have much evidence on hand."

Tang Yiheng frowned.

"It’s still difficult to convict Tang Songkang."

"I understand." Gu Shimo said."

Tang Zongkang was a shrewd person. He had a trick up his sleeve for his own son and did not let him participate too much in his actions.

Tang Yiheng didn’t know much about what his father had done in the dark.

Tang Yiheng told Gu Shimo and Yang Feng everything he knew without holding back.

Evil people should get their just deserts.

Gu Shimo took notes carefully.

Although these clues didn’t seem to be of much use.

However, at a critical moment, it would definitely be useful.

Tang Yiheng lowered his eyes.

"That’s all I know."

He rubbed his fingers." I’ll help you search for evidence and provide follow-up."

The three of them officially reached an agreement.

-

Tang Bai Yong’s funeral was very grand.

Tang Baiyong, as a man of the hour in the business world, had an extremely high reputation in the entire business world.

Countless merchants attended his funeral.

When Gu Shimo and Ye Qingwan arrived at the Tang residence, they saw a long row of luxury cars parked beside them.

The Tang family specially sent security personnel to the door to maintain order.

Everyone who went in to attend the funeral had to go through a strict search.

Gu Shimo and Ye Qingwan were lining up at the door.

It was their turn, but the security guards were unwilling to let them in.

He first took out two photos from his pocket and compared them to the two people in front of him.

The security guard’s expression changed slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He asked with his eyes wide open.

"Where are your invitations?"