The Battle of the Strong 2.0: The Aftermath Wipes Out the Scumbag The Post Is Real

"Embroidery is a craft that requires patience. Daughter, do you know why your mom has such a talent for it?"

Tang's Mother picked up the "ducks playing in the water" embroidery that Tang Yuyao had thrown away in a fit of frustration earlier, gently blew the dust off it, and asked with a smile.

"Talent? I doubt it. Mom, I heard from my brother before that your craftsmanship wasn't very good. You sewed his clothes backward once. He said he felt a sense of suffocation every day until he turned the clothes around to wear them, and then it was much better..."

Tang Yuyao blinked, mercilessly bursting her old mother's boastful bubble.

In the past, although their family's living conditions weren't terrible, they were definitely far worse than they were now. The Tang family's consistent style was frugality. As for clothes, they naturally wore them as long as possible, patching them up to last another year.

Because he was the youngest of the brothers, the clothes Tang Shouye wore were hand-me-downs several times over, covered in patches. Whether Tang's Mother's craftsmanship was actually good or not, Tang Shouye knew best.

Setting aside everything else—old clothes were old clothes, patches were patches, and embarrassment was embarrassment; at least it was much better than getting a "ten-consecutive whipping."

But getting the front and back of the collar mixed up was something Tang Shouye truly couldn't endure.

Every day at school, he felt an intense chokehold. Every time he brought it up, the whole family would say it was just because he had gotten fatter. Tang Shouye didn't dare to squeak, because... he really was the fattest in the family.

Later, when he wore the clothes backward, that chokehold instantly disappeared. It felt like being constipated for a week, then biting the bullet and using a whole bottle of laxatives, finally running to the toilet for a satisfying battle...

When the siblings used to chat, they had brought up this matter. Tang Shouye recounted his bitterness and swore to make money!

Well... Tang Yuyao didn't really remember why he wanted to make money, but she definitely remembered her brother saying their mom's craftsmanship was bad.

Tang's Mother: "..."

Visibly, the kindly smile on Tang's Mother's face stiffened.

Alright, you fat boy, so this is how you badmouth your mother!

"Maybe your brother remembered it wrong. Your brother has been fat since he was little. He ate too much, so his clothes naturally seemed smaller..." Tang's Mother lied without blushing or skipping a beat, making it sound entirely true. Anyway, there was absolutely no way she would admit her craftsmanship was poor!

Absolutely impossible!

Her ducks... oh wait, no, her mandarin ducks were clearly embroidered so well. It was just that the people around her didn't know how to appreciate them. There would definitely be someone, definitely someone with a discerning eye who would understand her art. Definitely!!!

Tang Yuyao blinked: "But I didn't mention Fourth Brother's name. Mom, how did you know it was Fourth Brother who told me about this?"

Tang's Mother: "..."

Tang's Mother had basically confessed without being pressed. No name was mentioned, yet she subconsciously pinpointed him, indirectly proving that what Tang Shouye had said was true.

Tang's Mother's resentment +1 +1 +1...

But she was an old veteran after all. Facing a mountain of ironclad evidence, Tang's Mother remained as steady as Mount Tai: "Mom is getting old, I don't remember this at all. When your Fourth Brother comes back, have him explain properly if this ever happened. Mom won't take the blame for this..."

Tang Yuyao: "..."

Mom, if you put it like that, would Fourth Brother even dare to speak?

Seeing her mom stubbornly refuse to admit it, Tang Yuyao didn't continue exposing her. However, she felt much better inside. At least it proved that her inability to embroider wasn't her fault; it was in her genes.

If her mom couldn't do it, it was perfectly reasonable that she couldn't either, right?

Yep, she felt great.

"Come on, let Mom show you a thing or two!" Tang's Mother entered an indignant state, determined to prove herself!

Tang Yuyao blinked: "Wait a minute, I'll go get a thimble. By the way, Mom, do you want one?"

"Thimbles are for beginners. An old veteran like your mom doesn't need one." Tang's Mother looked proud!

Tang Yuyao raised a delicate eyebrow: "Are you sure you don't want one?"

"You child. Since you insist, then..." Tang's Mother smiled and shook her head, putting on a look of being unable to refuse such graciousness, ready to reluctantly accept.

"True, Mom, you're so amazing, you definitely won't prick your fingers. I'll just grab one for myself then." After saying that, Tang Yuyao ran off, leaving Tang's Mother standing in the courtyard with a slightly stiff expression.

This wretched girl! Her mother's hands had been pricked into sieves, and she didn't even know how to show some sympathy!

The mother and daughter were simply cut from the same cloth: suffering in silence just to save face. Tang Yuyao was getting pricked here, and wasn't Tang's Mother suffering the same?

It was just that Tang's Mother was fast and could endure it. Even when she got pricked, she didn't make a sound. As long as she didn't make a sound, it meant she hadn't been pricked, which equated to a flawless, no-damage clear...

"Sigh, what's wrong with their eyes? These are clearly mandarin ducks..." Tang's Mother muttered to herself, holding the pattern in front of her.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Moving swiftly, Tang Yuyao, having run out of Tang's Mother's line of sight, came to a halt. She sneakily glanced around and, after confirming no one was there, finally pulled out her phone.

She checked to see if she had missed any messages. The result was obvious: she hadn't.

The messages she sent to Ye Cheng were still unread.

Tang Yuyao: "..."

"You damn brat, you freaking..." Tang Yuyao gripped her phone tightly, squeezing it hard, wishing she could bite the phone as if it were Ye Cheng. Being mad enough to grind her teeth was no longer just a simple adjective for Tang Yuyao.

It was probably... a verb!

"Whatever, ignore me then. I don't care, bah!" Tang Yuyao fiercely declared her indifference, as if to prove that she was the one in control and had her own rhythm!

This would be the last time today... well, the last time in this hour, that she would check her phone!

She would check it again in an hour...

Click, clack, click—the sound of high heels echoed in the room as she searched for thimbles to protect her fingers, eventually grabbing two to take back.

She wasn't blind. She knew exactly how badly her mom's hands had been pricked; her mouth was the only tough thing left on her body. She had just wanted to tease her mom a bit earlier. Yep, it was fun. So stubborn, hehe...

...

Hospital.

A handsome guy riding a shared bicycle rushed over, panting heavily, followed by a large cluster of bodyguards and secretaries who were also riding shared bicycles.

"Phew, cough, cough..." After getting off the bike, Tang Shouye panted non-stop. He looked like he was about to be solo-killed by the shared bicycle. He had only ridden for less than two kilometers, yet he was almost entirely burnt out.

Not far away, Wang Fugui, who was standing under a tree smoking and looking at his phone, heard the commotion and glanced over with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Hiss... Bro, how did you end up cycling here!" Wang Fugui hurriedly took two last puffs of the cigarette in his mouth, threw it on the ground, stomped out the sparks, and trotted toward Tang Shouye.

Tang Shouye waved his hand and took two more fierce gasps of air. Once he recovered a little, he finally spoke: "Traffic... traffic jam... This was the only way to ride over..."

Wang Fugui: "..."

Wang Fugui was somewhat impressed. He and Tang Shouye had similar builds; both were quite chubby. It had been less than five minutes since the phone call, and he had already rushed over.

He must have pedaled until the wheels smoked, right?

As expected of someone from the Tang family—what a badass!

The Tang family was full of exceptional individuals, dragons among men. Each of them possessed a few strengths that ordinary people lacked. Setting everything else aside, Tang Shouye's execution ability was absolutely terrifying—he would use any means necessary to reach his destination!

Nonsense!

If you were holding a cooked grenade in your hand, wouldn't you be in a rush?

Tang Shouye wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Brother Fugui, how about we talk as we walk? Let's go up and take a look?"

Tang Shouye rushed over so anxiously just to confirm one thing: whether the person lying in the hospital was actually Ye Cheng. He couldn't just let those two little girls finish fighting over him while his sister was still cluelessly chilling at home, right?

Losing right at the starting line—what the hell was that!

How was he supposed to explain this to his mother?

He couldn't really let his sister end up all alone, could he?

Those two little girls were still young and had plenty of opportunities. If they just waited a bit, there were plenty of good men out there. Why waste time on a scumbag like this?

What, you're asking about his sister?

His sister was a different story. She was getting older, hitting thirty in a couple of years. By then, she'd be a leftover woman. It was a rather urgent situation. She could just make do with a scumbag for now. If worse came to worst, they could send him to the military for some training, and his mindset would be straightened out in a couple of years...

When it came to ideological reform, the Tang family were experts!

First, a hundred push-ups, a five-kilometer armed loaded run, three hundred frog leaps...

If one year didn't work, then two years; if two didn't work, then three... He would eventually turn into a good man!

Wang Fugui glanced at the hospital and nodded. "Alright, let's talk as we walk. I'm not even sure if those two little girls will let us in. I don't have that much face..."

As Wang Fugui spoke, his gaze shifted to Tang Shouye.

The implication was obvious: I might not have that much face, but you do, little brother! You're from the Tang family, you can definitely do it!

Tang Shouye: "..."

So you were waiting for me to step up, huh?

How sneaky!

"Hahaha, it's fine, I just need to say the word. I'll handle the communication, Brother Fugui, you just follow behind me." Tang Shouye didn't decline and directly took the matter upon himself.

If the two little girls were really fighting in the hospital room, Wang Fugui truly didn't have the qualifications to go in. Tang Shouye had no choice but to step up.

He had to be the one to stick his neck out, whether he wanted to or not!

The two men walked into the hospital.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened.

Tang Shouye and Wang Fugui stepped out of the elevator and hurried toward the Supreme Ward. The room was very easy to identify; it was the one with the highest specifications.

Tap, tap, tap... As their footsteps drew closer, the two subconsciously softened their tread. The sound of an argument from inside the room became increasingly clear.

"This incident was due to my improper supervision, so I bear most of the responsibility. I have an obligation to take care of this guy until he recovers. Taking care of one is the same as taking care of two, so I might as well do it together..."

"Heh, are you done telling your lame jokes? If you're done, then get lost."

"Do you think I'm joking with you?"

"He got hurt under your watch, and I don't know how you can be so thick-skinned. You need people running around taking care of you at school like a giant baby, and you have the nerve to say you'll take care of someone? It's more like he'd be taking care of you, you brawny female gorilla..."

"Shen Qinghan, say that again if you dare!"

"I don't blame you for not understanding human language, considering you haven't fully evolved yet, but I have no obligation to humor a female gorilla..."

Tang Shouye: "..."

Wang Fugui: "..."

Outside in the corridor, the two middle-aged men stopped simultaneously. They looked at each other, staring wide-eyed, falling into a somewhat heavy silence.

The forum post... was real!