Free Web NovelChapter 276: Chapter 276: Forced Marriage
"Mom, that’s enough. How could you..." Tang Yuanxiao’s jaw tightened. "I don’t want to... I don’t want to get married again right now."
’He still had Su Li in his heart. How could he possibly marry someone at a time like this?!’
Mrs. Tang grew anxious. "What are you talking about? ’Not getting married’? What will you do if you don’t? Are you trying to kill me with anger?"
She gave Tang Yuanxiao a sharp tug. "The Old Tang family line can’t end with you. Otherwise, when I die, how will I face your father? How will I face the ancestors of the Tang family?"
"Don’t you dare say such foolish things again, this nonsense about not marrying..." Seeing the look of utter refusal on Tang Yuanxiao’s face, Mrs. Tang’s expression darkened. "Don’t tell me you still can’t forget that bitch Su Li, can you?"
"Mom, what are you saying!" Tang Yuanxiao’s eyelid twitched when Mrs. Tang immediately called her a bitch.
"You’re still protecting her? You’re really trying to give me a heart attack! If she’s not a bitch, what is she? A tramp, a slut, so vicious and cruel!"
In recent days, Mrs. Tang had truly done some soul-searching and had been afraid. But she was also filled with hate—a seething, teeth-grinding hatred for Su Li, the one who had sent her here.
"Tangyuan, I’m telling you, get any ideas about her out of your head right now. As long as I’m alive, don’t you even think about getting Su Li back!"
"She sent me to prison, and she still wants to be the Tang Family’s daughter-in-law? Pah! In her dreams! I’m telling you, Tangyuan, if you want her, it’ll be over my dead body!"
Mrs. Tang’s chest heaved, her eyes filled with raw hatred.
Looking at his mother like this, Tang Yuanxiao felt a profound sense of helplessness.
’It’s not about what they want. Su Li is the one who will never come back.’
"Marry Shanshan, Tangyuan. If you two get married and give me a big, healthy grandson, then no matter how hard it is in this prison, I can endure it!"
Mrs. Tang’s eyes shone with a startling light as she grabbed Tang Yuanxiao’s hand.
"Be good to Shanshan out there. Stop rejecting her all the time and marry her soon. Then your mother can rest in peace, even if I die."
"Stop talking about dying," Tang Yuanxiao said in a low voice. "And let me be clear. I will not marry Qin Caihua. It’s never going to happen!"
The visiting time was up, and mother and son parted on bad terms.
Their visit had been deeply unpleasant.
In stark contrast, Su Li and her son, Little Tang Mo, were in good spirits.
After looking at the schools, Little Tang Mo thought for a moment and chose a regular one.
The school wasn’t far from their home or from Su Li’s university. It was quite close, making drop-offs and pick-ups convenient. Su Li went inside right away to ask about the transfer procedures.
When the teacher heard Su Li explain that Little Tang Mo had skipped to the third grade at just six years old, she was very welcoming, even though he was temporarily unable to speak. She said all they needed to do was complete the paperwork.
After leaving the school, Little Tang Mo wrote a few words on Su Li’s palm.
"Mommy needs to go to school too."
He was still thinking about it. Su Li nodded vigorously. "Yes. Once Little Mo starts school, Mommy will too."
Before she knew it, it was already December, the end of the year. She had been on leave for nearly a month now. ’It’s been way too long,’ she thought.
They had been out for half the day. After they finished at the school, it started snowing again, so Su Li and Little Tang Mo headed home.
Back home, Su Li contacted Little Tang Mo’s previous school to inform them about the transfer.
Little Tang Mo hadn’t been at the school for long, but he was very well-liked. His teacher was heartbroken to hear what he had been through. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Although she was sad to lose a little genius like Little Tang Mo, the teacher was still very helpful.
"You don’t need to make a special trip. I’ll get the paperwork done here and send it over to you. Just give me your address."
Su Li was both surprised and delighted by the teacher’s kindness. "Thank you, thank you so much."
"No need to be so formal. How is Tang Mo doing now?" the teacher asked with concern.
"Much better, though he still can’t..." Su Li forced herself to sound cheerful. "He’ll definitely be alright in the future."
After finishing her call with the teacher, Su Li began to get things in order.
Little Tang Mo was starting school, so there were preparations to be made.
In addition to his books, paper, and pens, Su Li made some small snacks for Little Tang Mo to take and share with his new classmates.
Sharing food was the best way to break the ice.
Beyond that, there was a bigger problem: how Little Tang Mo would communicate with his classmates.
He had never learned sign language, and even if he had, the teachers and students wouldn’t understand it. The only way was to write. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
Su Li was worried Little Tang Mo would be resistant to the idea, but before she could even finish suggesting it, he took the initiative and asked her to prepare a small notebook for him.
In the end, Su Li cut paper to make a small, beautiful notepad. She threaded it and a pen together with a piece of yarn so he could wear it around his neck.
This way, it wouldn’t get lost or be inconvenient. He could take it out to write at any time and just tear off the page when he was finished.
"Tell Mommy if anything happens, okay?" Su Li reminded him.
Little Tang Mo nodded. He didn’t let Su Li take off the notepad and pen, and he patted her shoulder reassuringly, as if telling her not to worry.
"I can protect myself," he wrote, the very first line in the notepad Su Li had made for him.
"Okay. I believe you."
Su Li nodded.
The afternoon passed in a flurry of miscellaneous tasks.
Su Li went to prepare dinner. On such a cold day, she made a bowl of hot noodles.
The next afternoon, the documents from his old elementary school were delivered. Su Li immediately went to the new school to finish the transfer process.
"It would be best if he could start as soon as possible," the teacher advised. "It’s already December, and it won’t be long before final exams and the holiday break."
Little Tang Mo, who had been with Su Li the whole time, heard this and immediately picked up his little notebook to write a single word: "Tomorrow."
His gaze was bright and determined. And so, it was decided.
Since he had already skipped to the third grade, Little Tang Mo would be entering the third grade at his new school as well.
His homeroom teacher was a woman with slightly curly hair and a pleasantly plump figure. She looked very kind and smilingly welcomed Little Tang Mo, the youngest student in her class.
"Don’t worry, I’ll keep a close eye on him and look out for him. The children in the class are all good kids. Just bring him on time tomorrow."
And so, the date for Little Tang Mo’s return to school was set.
The next day, Su Li sent Little Tang Mo to school, her heart full of worry.
Little Tang Mo, wearing his little backpack, waved at Su Li from the school gate when he saw his homeroom teacher, urging her to hurry off to her own classes.
This was Little Tang Mo’s condition: if he was going to school, Su Li had to go to school too.
Su Li had agreed, but she couldn’t help but worry. She ended up sneaking into the school to see how he was adjusting.
"This is our new transfer student, Tang Mo. He’s only six years old and skipped directly from the first grade to the third. He’s a very impressive young man, isn’t he?"
Little Tang Mo took a piece of chalk himself and, standing on his tiptoes, wrote his name—Tang Mo—on the blackboard.
"Tang Mo was injured recently, so he’s temporarily unable to speak. He’ll communicate with you by writing. I hope you will all help each other out. Now, let’s give a round of applause to welcome our new classmate!"
Little Tang Mo took a bow and smiled at the curious faces of his classmates.
Little Tang Mo was very attentive during class and seemed to be adjusting well. Only then did Su Li leave, partially reassured.
During the break, Little Tang Mo went to the restroom. On the way, he overheard some of his classmates talking.
"Our class got a new kid who can’t talk. He’s only six, that’s so smart."
"Can’t talk? So he’s a little mute?" a student from another grade chimed in curiously.
"A mute? His mom must be so sad. My neighbor has a son who’s a mute, and she cries every day. It’s so pitiful."
The students chattered for a moment before moving on to another topic.
But the smile in Little Tang Mo’s eyes vanished completely.
