Ungrateful Daughter 3

"Madam, you can't enter without Miss Moyu's permission. She's really busy right now!" Cheng Ning's begging tone could be heard along with Zhang Wuying shouting.

"Busy? She's always busy, not even picking up my calls! If she actually bothered to talk to her mother, do you think I would need to come here?" Zhang Wuying yelled at her before smacking Cheng Ning's hand that was holding her boss's cup of hot coffee.

Cheng Ning gasped as the hot drink spilled and hit the back of her hand before it fell on the floor. Her eyes stung with tears as she held her injured hand on her chest.

"What's happening here?" Tang Moyu opened her office door and saw her assistant crying next to her 'mother'. Her eyes narrowed dangerously on Zhang Wuying before regarding her assistant.

"Miss Cheng, you can take a break for a while." She gave her assistant an apologetic look before letting her mother enter her office for some privacy.

"What brings you here, Mother?" She was the last person Tang Moyu wanted to see right now.

After what happened to her elder sister and knowing the truth about her birth, Tang Moyu didn't want to get involved with his woman, who took pleasure in torturing her physically and emotionally when she was growing up.

"Oh? You still remember you have a mother? Say, where did you hide your sister? Where did you send Wan Wan to?" Zhang Wuying demanded from her.

Tang Moyu ignored her mother, who was visibly bristling like a cat, and went to her seat, giving her 'mother' a nonchalant look. She'd already expected that this would happen when she extended a hand to help her Wan Jie.

Now that Tang Wanyu had already left the country, away from her abusive ex-husband and useless mother, it was only natural for Zhang Wuying to turn her anger to her other daughter. Too bad though, they could never go back to what they used to be, now that the empress knew the reason behind Zhang Wuying's animosity against her.

"How am I supposed to know where my Wan Jie is right now? Mother, Wan Jie doesn't need a babysitter anymore. She's an adult woman who can take care of herself." She replied, earning a scornful look from her mother.

Zhang Wuying didn't believe her words one bit. She was pretty sure that this ungrateful, useless daughter of hers was the reason why her eldest was missing and why the Han family was facing a huge problem right now.

It was impossible that all of these were just coincidences, not when Tang Moyu was involved. But for her second daughter to pull such a stunt to destroy the Han family? Just how powerful had Tang Moyu become over the past five years of her exile?

"You're the one who did all of it, aren't you?" She hissed towards the empress, her blood boiling with rage as she looked at Tang Moyu's face. The face that never failed to remind her of that woman.

Yan Qiuyu had been long dead, but she was still able to infuriate her through her daughter.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Mother. Can you explain?" Tang Moyu crossed her legs and twined her fingers on top of her desk, trying to rein her anger against Zhang Wuying. She had yet to receive the report about Yan Qiuyu and she didn't want this woman to suspect that she knew something.

Zhang Wuying marched towards the empress's desk and hit it with both her hands. She refused to believe that Tang Moyu was innocent this time.

"Don't play games with me, Moyu! You know what I am talking about!" She yelled at her, unconcealed hatred flashing in her eyes. Unlike her eldest daughter, she had a hard time controlling Tang Moyu.

The girl was just too smart for her own good. When Tang Moyu started showing signs that she was a child prodigy, the Tang's started to get interested in her. It didn't matter if she wasn't born from Zhang Wuying, because she was ultimately still Tang Lixue's daughter. It was only natural for the Tangs to see the potential in young Moyu at the time.

Since Tang Lixue wouldn't touch her, effectively not giving her a chance to give birth to the true legal heir of the Tang family, Zhang Wuying was forced to raise Tang Moyu as her own and as a prospective heiress of the Tang family.

However, all of it changed when the Old Master Feng took an interest in the young Tang Moyu and proposed a marriage arrangement between her and one of his sons.

Zhang Wuying, who obviously didn't want a bastard succeeding the Tang Enterprise, did her best to convince the Tangs to allow the engagement.

What was a better way to seek revenge against Tang Lixue and Yan Qiuyu, other than to let their only living child suffer in this lifetime? They could only blame themselves.

Her eyes caught the neat package of the chocolate box on her daughter's desk and smirked.

"You still haven't learned your lesson yet, Moyu? Is this what you've been doing all this time? Whoever that man is, do you really think that his heart would be yours? That he could be faithful to you?" She said to her daughter with sarcasm. Tang Moyu didn't deserve to be happy. She would make sure of it.

Tang Moyu's face darkened, her eyes squinting, but said nothing in return.

"Moyu, you should know better. You could only be a flower vase. A very good one. Don't waste your time deluding yourself that someone can truly love you."