"Brother ..." Tang Zhinian didn't get an answer for a long time, and when he looked up again, he saw the muscles on Tang Zhinian's face twitching.
Tang Zhinian clenched his teeth; you could hear the grinding sound of his upper and lower teeth.
"You want to marry her, fine."
He laughed, but it was a kind of laughter that didn't make Tang Zhijun happy at all; it even made his heart skip a beat.
"Fine, you marry her," Tang Zhinian's voice was biting and intermittent, "Tang Zhijun, unless you're not a Tang, or until I'm dead. If you really marry that widow, don't ever call me your brother, our Tang Family won't have such a shameless son like you."
Their Tang Family couldn't afford the shame. A young man with good health and not handicapped in any way yet plenty of young ladies are interested in him, but he chooses not to marry a maiden, and instead marry a divorcee, a widow, with a child.
Tang Zhinian dropped his chopsticks in a huff and quit eating.