Kapitel 9: Father-Daughter Relations
As they approached the Rolls-Royce, the driver respectfully opened the door for Tang Qianmiao.
"Miss, please."
Tang Qianmiao smiled suddenly, a playful and nonchalant air about her. "If you've got something to say, come down and say it yourself. You've got five minutes."
The man in the car remained motionless, his forehead veins bulging, clearly enraged.
Tang Qianmiao glanced at him coolly and started to walk away.
Just then, the car door slammed open, and Tang Yi stepped out, his face stern.
His eyes, devoid of fatherly warmth, were cold and calculating.
After a moment, he averted his gaze, his tone laced with scorn, "Seeing your father and not even offering a greeting? Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
His voice, though calm, was biting and ruthless.
Tang Qianmiao's lips curled into a faint, detached smile. "Father? You?"
The light tone pricked Tang Yi's temper, his anger flashing in his eyes. After a deep breath to steady himself, he said coldly, "Who was that blonde man with you?"
"Judging by his looks, he's no respectable person. Are you using your mother's money to support him?!"
Tang Qianmiao remained composed. "Yes, I am supporting him."
Tang Yi's face turned ashen. "You! How utterly shameless!"
His deep voice was thick with mockery and fury.
Tang Qianmiao gazed at him lazily, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. Though her smile was faint, the coldness in her eyes was sharper than ever before.
"And what does that have to do with you?"
Tang Yi's eyes narrowed. "To the outside world, I am your father! Your disgraceful actions are bringing shame upon me!"
Tang Qianmiao's voice remained calm. "Look into your conscience—have you ever cared for or guided me these past ten years? My father..." She sneered. "Do you think you're worthy?"
Tang Yi was momentarily speechless, and after a long pause, he snorted coldly. "I always knew you'd turn out no good."
"'A child left uneducated is the fault of the father.' The person I am today is all thanks to you, isn't it?"
Tang Yi's lips trembled with rage, but for a moment, he couldn't find a retort.
Tang Qianmiao raised her eyes, a hint of indifference in her gaze. "Let's not waste time talking about father-daughter affection. We don't have any of that between us. Don't bother looking for me unless it's something urgent."
As she was about to leave, Tang Yi called out, "Where did you get the money for the auction? I know exactly how much your mother left you, and it's nowhere near enough! Where did it come from?"
Tang Qianmiao chuckled. "So that's what you've been circling around to ask? Fine, I'll tell you. That money—I earned it myself."
Tang Yi laughed coldly in disbelief. "You earned it? A country girl like you made thirty million? Such outrageous lies! You have no respect for your elders! After all the years your mother raised you, is this how you repay her, spitting on her memory?"
Tang Qianmiao's eyes sparkled with disdain as she spoke lazily, "I wasn't the one who remarried a mistress the day after her funeral. I've done nothing but honor her memory."
Tang Yi's face flushed with fury, his patience exhausted.
He pulled a checkbook from his pocket, writing as he spoke in a low, bitter tone, "Since your mother sent you to the Feng family, you should behave yourself and stay put. From now on, in public, you are not to claim you're from the Tang family, and you most certainly must not say you're my daughter. The fewer people who know of our relationship, the better. After all, in your eyes, I'm not your father."
"This sum should be enough for the rest of your life. Take it, and consider it the last bit of decency I owe you."
Tang Qianmiao's gaze dropped to the check.
Without bothering to check the amount, she took it slowly, then tore it up.
With a flick of her wrist, the pieces fluttered to the ground in front of Tang Yi's livid eyes.
She said indifferently, "Who do you think you're looking down on? Do you think I need your money? Save it for your own retirement."
With that, she turned and left, not looking back even once.
However, instead of retracing her steps, she headed toward the elevator.
At the corner, she paused, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she raised them to meet Feng Xian's flawless, handsome face.
"Enjoying your eavesdropping?"
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