Just Like Her Mother 1

Before, she would be upset and would be in tears after hearing such demeaning words from Zhang Wuying. However, now, she could only see it as an attempt to subdue her, to control her by making her feel bad about herself. After knowing the truth, Zhang Wuying's seemingly unfounded hatred simply made more sense now.

Tang Moyu lowered her eyes, not because Zhang Wuying was right, but because she was trying hard not to let her see the storm in her eyes. All her life, the empress questioned why no one loved her, why no one cared for her when every child she had ever met had a better relationship with their parents.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Zhang Wuying challenged her, wanting to see the disappointment on Tang Moyu's face.

The empress lifted her gaze and looked at her 'mother' like she was spouting nothing but nonsense at the moment.

"Mother, I didn't know that you love jumping to conclusions. If only there's an Olympic game for it, I'm sure you'd probably have secured the gold medal by now." She retorted, rendering the older woman speechless by her sharp words.

This was the first time Tang Moyu blatantly talked back to her mother as she had always tried to avoid arguing with her. No matter how hurtful Zhang Wuying's words were, she refused to break down and cry in front of her, nor show any weaknesses.

"You unfilial child!" Zhang Wuying screamed. The veins in her temple threaten to burst from her sudden anger. Her eyes ablaze as she glared at the cold empress. Just by looking at her, Zhang Wuying felt like she was being looked down on by Yan Qiuyu.

"Mother, you are the last person who could say that. Have you ever tried to stop and think if you had been a good mother to the three of us?" Tang Moyu countered, her face void of any emotion. She looked at her 'mother' as if Zhang Wuying was her lowly subject.

Now, that she had a gist of what happened in the past and why she was raised by this woman with an iron hand, Tang Moyu thought that she'd been a fool to expect any emotional attachment or some form of love from this horrible woman in front of her.

Twenty-nine years— no, in fact, twenty-seven years of her life had been spent with the Tangs and Zhang Wuying had raised her. Tang Moyu had worked hard, tried her best to gain Zhang Wuying's affection, not knowing she was looking at the wrong person.

A part of her wondered what kind of woman Yan Qiuyu was and if she ever loved her before she died with her brother. Was she born out of love between her parents?

Zhang Wuying had heard the rumors about her eldest daughter divorcing Han Shaohui and how her son-in-law went to Tang Moyu's place only to be beaten to pulp by whoever was protecting this woman. But for Tang Moyu to confirm the divorce?

This… Zhang Wuying felt like she'd lost a valuable pawn in her game. With Tang Wanyu gone, the Tang family would only blame her for losing their investments in Han Corporation. She would definitely have to face their ire later.

How was it that since Tang Moyu's return, problems keep arising one after another? Zhang Wuying wondered.

Everything seemed peaceful when the empress was gone, but ever since she came back, she single handedly kicked everyone out of the company, acquiring full control of the management in under three short months.

Now, she'd cause a rift between the Tang and the Han family by taking away Tang Wanyu and beating Han Shaohui up. So how was she supposed to believe that the fallen empress had nothing to do with her recent problems? That's bullshit.

'Just like her mother…' Zhang Wuying thought.

"Mother, I'm really busy right now. If you have nothing else to say, my door is open for you to leave. You already know the way out, so forgive me for not sending you off." Tang Moyu said before turning her attention to the reports that needed her review and approval.

She glanced at Zhang Wuying's face, which was still smoldering underneath her stony expression. Her rage seemed pointless for Tang Moyu who didn't care what the older woman or anyone from the whole Tang family thought of her at this moment.

Zhang Wuying stomped out from her office in rage and Tang Moyu finally sighed in relief. The anger in her eyes reflected the young girl who was deprived of love by everyone, the same girl who was forsaken by her own father and had starved from the love she craved for.

Now that it was clear to her that she'd wasted all her efforts, did they expect her to remain mum?

Keep poking this tigress and they would find themselves missing a limb or two. That's nature.

Tang Moyu waited for a moment and checked to confirm that her 'mother' had left the company before leaving her office to find her assistant. Cheng Ning didn't deserve to be treated like that and the empress felt guilty that her assistant had to suffer pain because of her.

She should have intervened faster, stopping her mother from assaulting Cheng Ning. Tang Moyu found her at the pantry, a box of first aid open in front of her. Cheng Ning's eyes glistened with tears as she looked at her boss.

"Miss Moyu."

She tried to stand up from her seat but the empress stopped her, pulling another chair next to her and started treating Cheng Ning's burn.magic