What a disgusting plot!
In one swift motion, he tore down all the sticky notes, took out the expensive lighter, and burned them to ashes!
[Ahhh—Host, what are you doing!?]
The system was shocked:
[How can you burn such an important prop for collecting regret points!?]
Tang Qingmo looked utterly disgusted:
[Just imagining those biological sisters putting on fake, hypocritical regretful performances in the future makes want to puke them to death.]
After the original host left, they'd see those pieces of paper and suddenly regret everything?
Belated affection is cheaper than grass!
What were they doing earlier?!
[But because of those notes, the original host's third sister would regret how badly she treated him and realize that she did love him as family!] the system said excitedly.
Oh—so that one's the third sister.
Tang Qingmo replied coldly:
[Soone who beats and curses her own biological brother and son—how could that possibly be love?]
[People who don't love you won't regret your departure, and people who truly love you would never hurt you in the first place.]
System: ...
[But that's how the plot develops. Otherwise, host, you might miss the chance to obtain regret points.]
[Relax. It's just regret. There are plenty of ways to get it.]
Tang Qingmo left the storage room and headed toward the front gate.
When he passed through the living hall, Tang Feifei was still lying on the ground, but soone had already contacted Master Tang and called an ambulance.
Aside from Tang Feifei, the rest of the Tang family mbers were not ho during the day—they wouldn't return until evening.
Ti was tight. Tang Qingmo didn't bother with them.
After all, he would be confronting the Tang family tonight anyway. Right now, he needed to prepare!
Tang Qingmo walked to the community's security post and asked them to help call a taxi.
[System, give the city map.]
[Coming right up!] The system imdiately projected a map into Tang Qingmo's mind.
The next second, it asked curiously:
[Host, you're planning to…?]
[Tonight I'll be eting my beloved family. Of course I have to prepare properly and give them a big surprise.]
Tang Qingmo raised his arm, looking at the bruises and injuries left by beatings, and curled his lips into a cold smile.
As the once-invincible family head in his previous life, Tang Qingmo believed that everything had its own value.
This abused, emaciated body of the original host?
It would serve its purpose very well.
Tang Qingmo went to a pawnshop marked on the map and sold off all the gifts his sisters had given him.
To them, those items were trash-tier gifts—but to ordinary people, they were branded goods that could fetch a decent price.
Tang Qingmo wasn't the original host. He felt no attachnt to them and sold everything without hesitation.
Because they were well maintained, the shop owner was willing to buy all seven branded items for over ten thousand dragon coins.
With money in hand, Tang Qingmo went to a nearby electronics store and paid over seven thousand in full for a smartphone.
The original host had been using an old senior phone picked up from a garbage dump—barely functional despite its faults.
Tang Qingmo found this completely incomprehensible.
The original host had money to buy gifts and dicinal herbs for the Tang family, but wouldn't spend a bit on himself?!
Since he paid in full, the store clerk kindly helped Tang Qingmo register accounts for various apps and taught him how to use different functions.
Tang Qingmo noticed that the prices and technology in this world were very similar to those of his own world, so he picked things up quickly.
He also bought so "small items" from the store and tested their functionality on the spot.
Finally, dragging this "battered and bruised" body, he went to a nearby top-tier hospital to obtain a detailed injury assessnt report.
The nurse at the registration desk was so startled by Tang Qingmo's condition that she almost sent him straight to the ergency room for an IV drip.
After several hours of examinations and more than four thousand spent, the report would take about two days to be issued.
By the ti everything was done, night had fallen.
Tang Qingmo took another taxi back to the Tang family villa.
He knew very well that the Tang family mbers had already returned—
And were waiting to call him to account for his "cris."
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