"Instead of being ashamed, you take pride in being someone else's mistress. Madam Zhuang, I doubt you're that well-mannered," Tang Qing mocked as he rested his chin on his hand after drinking some soup.
Zhuang Lijuan's smile stiffened as she felt a little ashamed.
'I'm doing this for the sake of this man, for love, and for living a better life. Am I wrong? What matters is I've raised a brilliant son.'
"Tang Qing, watch your manners when you're talking to your aunt."
Tang Qing stared at Tang Zhenyun, put down his chopsticks and then stood up to smoothen the creases of his shirt. "I shall not disturb the three of you while you're enjoying your family time."
"Bastard, if you dare to step out of this door, I will consider letting your younger brother succeed Tang Corporation instead."
Zhuang Lijuan's eyes lit up when she heard that.
Zhuang Heng shrugged his shoulders and said in disdain, "Don't call me."
