The Tangs had relocated to their own lavish villa, a testant to the newfound wealth and privilege Tang Ziyi had unexpectedly inherited. As he surveyed the opulent living room, a warm feeling of contentnt washed over him seeing how excited his mother, Madam Tang, and brother, Tang Junjie, were to finally have a place to call their own.
The family of three sat together enjoying tea when Tang Ziyi’s phone rang, shattering the tranquil mont. He answered with a polite, "Hello?"
The woman’s voice on the other end made his blood run cold. "Son..."
Tang Ziyi tensed imdiately, his knuckles whitening around the phone. Even Madam Tang and Tang Junjie could sense the shift in atmosphere.
"You lost the right to call that when you left at the hospital after I was born," Tang Ziyi stated, his tone clipped and devoid of warmth.
A heavy pause, then, "I understand, but I need to see you. I want to talk."
Tang Ziyi frowned. "What do you want?"
"Can’t I just see you and make a bond?" Yang i’s wheedling tone grated on his nerves. "Listen, I know I made a foolish mistake back then, but I was young. Your father was a married man - I couldn’t..."
"Young, but old enough to sleep with married n?" Tang Ziyi cut her off, his voice dripping with disdain.
Another loaded pause as Yang i no doubt realized just how daunting a task lay ahead of her. Finally, she spoke again, an urgent plea lacing her words.
"Please, just thirty minutes of your ti. Okay?"
Tang Ziyi’s jaw clenched as he mulled over the request, his mind already whirring with suspicions over her true motives. After a brooding silence, he acquiesced. "When and where?"
The excitent in Yang i’s voice was palpable. "Are you free today? I can co to you."
"No," Tang Ziyi stated flatly. "Tell where and when."
"The cafe on Pang Street in an hour. Is that alright with you?"
"Sure." Tang Ziyi ended the call abruptly, his expression inscrutable.
Madam Tang watched him carefully. "Your...mother?" The word tasted bitter on her tongue - she had raised this boy as her own, and now so strange woman sought to claim that bond.
"What’s your plan?" Tang Junjie asked, ever the pragmatist.
Tang Ziyi’s gaze hardened. "You’ll accompany , of course. I know that woman is up to sothing."
"Li Chen said her husband can’t be trusted," Madam Tang warned.
"I know." Tang Ziyi nodded grimly. "Don’t worry, I’ll have so of Aunt Lixia’s guards watching the cafe periter. We’ll hear what lies she has to spin, but she won’t catch us alone and vulnerable."
A muscle ticked in Tang Junjie’s jaw. "If she tries anything, I’ll kill her with my bare hands."
"I doubt she’d risk exposure by pulling sothing so brazen in public," Madam Tang said. "It’s the private scheming that worries ."
"Well, let’s go and hear her out," Tang Ziyi stated, rising to his feet. As skeptical as he was of Yang i’s motives, a part of him knew she was still the woman who carried him for nine months. He owed her that much - to let her dig her own grave before passing judgent.
An hour later, they arrived at the quaint cafe on Pang Street. Yang i was already seated at a secluded table towards the back, her husband Zhao Liang at her side. Their eyes widened almost imperceptibly at seeing Tang Ziyi had not co alone as they’d no doubt hoped.
Chancing a glance around, Tang Ziyi noted the discreet presence of Sun Lixia’s security details strategically positioned throughout the cafe. A tendril of relief unfurled within him - they were protected here. Yang i and her husband would have to play nice, at least for now.
"You brought..pany," Yang i said as they approached, her smile tight and strained.
Tang Ziyi said nothing as he slid into the booth across from the couple, Madam Tang and Tang Junjie flanking him in a show of familial solidarity.
It was the first ti he had laid eyes on Zhao Liang, the man his biological mother had chosen over raising her own child. Tang Ziyi studied him coolly - he certainly cut an intimidating figure with his severe features and aura of simring nace. No wonder Yang i seed so cowed by his presence.
"It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance," Zhao Liang said smoothly, obviously trying to put them at ease. "I am Zhao Liang, Yang i’s husband."
His smile did not reach his eyes as they t Tang Ziyi’s impassive gaze. The unspoken ssage hung between them: I know exactly who you are.
"Let’s dispense with the pleasantries," Tang Ziyi said flatly. "You wanted to et, Mother, so talk. What’s this really about?"
Yang i’s eyes flickered with sothing akin to hurt at his blunt dismissal of the "Mother" title. But she quickly composed herself, back straightening.
"I...I just wanted a chance to explain myself. To let you get to know , the real , before you judge all my failings and mistakes."
Tang Ziyi raised an eyebrow skeptically but said nothing, allowing her to continue.
"I was young, scared, trapped in a situation far beyond what I could handle," Yang i went on, voice trembling with affected remorse. "Giving you up, abandoning you at that hospital...it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But your father was wealthy, married to another woman. I had no ans to provide for you, to give you the life you deserved."
Tang Ziyi felt a slight pang at her impassioned words, but forcefully tamped it down. She had made her choice long ago - to chase the material temptations of a married man rather than take responsibility for her child.
"So you’re here now to make ands? To play mother after over two decades of absence?" His voice dripped with derision. "How conveniently tid, with the Jiang family holdings now under my control."
Yang i recoiled as if struck, her eyes pleading, but Zhao Liang jumped in smoothly.
"You must understand, this is a delicate situation for everyone involved," he began in that sa oily tone. "Yang i has lived with the regrets of her past for over twenty years. The revelation that you still lived, that she abandoned her own flesh and blood to penury, it crushed her soul."
Tang Ziyi fixed the man with an icy stare but allowed him to continue. He wanted to see just how far they’d go with this lodramatic theater.
"All she asks is a chance, an opportunity to know her child, to bask in the pride of the man you’ve beco," Zhao Liang pressed on. "Despite her transgressions, despite the mistakes of her youth, is that so much to ask? For a mother to know her son?"
The words hung heavy between them, loaded with layers of deception and manipulation that Tang Ziyi could sense but not quite pinpoint. He studied Yang i carefully, searching for any flicker of authenticity amongst the crocodile tears and remorseful posturing.
"You’ll have to forgive for being...skeptical of your overtures," he said at last. "Forgive for finding it all rather convenient that you’ve resurfaced now, when I’ve abruptly beco the wealthiest man in the city."
Zhao Liang looked as if he might respond, but Yang i reached out and placed a hand on his arm to silence him. When she spoke, her voice was little more than a tremulous whisper that Tang Ziyi strained to hear.
"I don’t expect you to forgive , not fully, not after all I’ve done. Maybe not ever," she said, her eyes glistening with what seed like genuine anguish. "All I ask is that you allow to try, to make halting ands for the grievous error of my youth. If, after so ti, you still cannot find it in your heart to accept , to let into your life in even so small way, then...then I will leave, and never trouble you again."
The raw emotion in her words gave Tang Ziyi pause, cracking just the slightest opening in the fortress around his heart.
Tang Ziyi studied Yang i carefully, her raw words giving him montary pause. But before he could formulate a response, Madam Tang leaned forward, her expression stern yet controlled.
"You’ll forgive if I don’t find your plea for absolution very convincing," she stated coolly. "This son you claim to want a relationship with? I raised him from the day he was abandoned on our doorstep."
Yang i flinched as if struck, her husband Zhao Liang tensing beside her. But Madam Tang pressed on, undeterred.
"I fed him, clothed him, nurtured him with every ounce of love and devotion a mother could give," she continued, her voice hardening. "All while you pursued...other avenues that led you to discarding your own child like refuse."
Tang Ziyi felt a surge of fierce pride and affection for the woman who had been his true mother in every way that mattered. Yang i, for her part, looked utterly cowed, unable or unwilling to et Madam Tang’s piercing gaze.
Zhao Liang, however, rallied to his wife’s defense. "You speak cruelly, madam, but with an ignorance of the full story. Yang i was but a scared, desperate child herself when---"
"I’m sure the tale you two have concocted paints her as so grand tragic figure," Madam Tang interrupted, her voice dripping with contempt. "But the truth is, she chose sin and indulgence over the life of an innocent babe. She made her bed long ago."
An uncomfortable silence stretched between them. Tang Ziyi could see the war of emotions playing out on Yang i’s features - sha, anguish, and a simring defiance all battling for dominance. When she finally spoke, her voice was little more than a choked whisper.
"You’re right...you’re both right," she said, eyes downcast. "I have no excuses for what I did, for the unforgivable cri of abandoning my own child."
She raised her gaze then, and Tang Ziyi was struck by the naked vulnerability and remorse shining in her eyes.
"All I can do is vow, here and now, to spend whatever days remain to atoning for that sin," Yang i went on hoarsely. "Not a day will pass where I don’t recall the choice I made, and the beautiful son I so callously cast aside because of my own selfishness and immaturity."
Tang Ziyi felt his throat tighten at the raw anguish lacing her words. Beside him, even Madam Tang seed slightly taken aback by the emotional honesty of Yang i’s plea.
"I don’t expect forgiveness, and I certainly don’t deserve it," Yang i continued. "But I’ll spend every mont trying to earn a place in your life, Ziyi. Whatever small part you’ll allow to occupy, I will be there. If all I can ever be is a harmless specter on the periphery, so be it - it’s more than this selfish soul deserves."
A heavy silence fell over the cafe as her words hung in the air. Tang Ziyi felt a million different emotions roiling within him - anger, skepticism, but also...a growing tendril of sothing he couldn’t quite identify.
Pity? Empathy? Or just morbid curiosity over the woman who had brought him into this world, only to discard him?
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he found his voice again.
"I don’t know that I can forgive you, not fully," he said, each word carrying weight. "What you did...the life I might have lived..."
He shook his head, as if to banish the myriad of dark what-ifs crowding his mind. When his gaze found Yang i’s once more, it had regained its steely edge.
"But I am willing to allow you the opportunity to try earning my trust, a piece at a ti," he said, tone making it clear this was not a gift, but a privilege she would have to prove worthy of retaining. "For now."
Yang i’s eyes glistered with unshed tears of...gratitude? Relief? Tang Ziyi couldn’t quite determine her precise emotion.
Beside her, Zhao Liang seed to relax sowhat, offering Tang Ziyi a curt nod of acknowledgnt for his asured decision.
As the intensity of the mont faded, Tang Ziyi couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that he had just invited a Trojan horse behind the walls - and only ti would tell what new turmoils and deceptions might spill forth from its hollow belly.
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