Tang Xiaomin's temper might just be like that.
But even if she was deliberately playing them, what could they do to her, besides scolding her a few times?
Tang Zhongcheng was troubled.
Especially after Tang Yiyi came back from school, she immediately threw herself into the kitchen, diligently learning to cook.
Seeing Tang Yiyi trying so hard to please him, Tang Zhongcheng felt a pang of guilt.
Under the chef's tutelage, Tang Yiyi's cooking skills improved greatly. While the taste was just average, the food was edible.
Tang Yiyi brought the zhajiangmian she made to the dining table, accompanied by a bowl of clear soup.
"Dad, this is zhajiangmian I just learned to make from the chef. Please try it."
Tang Zhongcheng tasted it and nodded continuously as the flavor was alright.
"Not bad, your cooking has improved a lot."
Tang Yiyi said, "As long as Dad likes it, I'll cook for you every day from now on."
Tang Zhongcheng looked at Tang Yiyi and said, "We have a chef at home, you don't need to do these chores. You don't need to waste your time on these things anymore."
Tang Yiyi's eyes widened.
"Dad, do you not want to eat my cooking? Or are you still unwilling to forgive me?"
"Dad, I truly know I was wrong, Dad..."
Tang Yiyi looked very scared, and that was indeed how she felt.
The reason was simple: she was adopted by the Tang family, and now Tang Xiaomin was back, and she had made a mistake again.
Aunt Xue had already been kicked out for her mistake, and now she lived in constant fear, afraid that she would be kicked out too.
Seeing Tang Yiyi's timid appearance, Tang Zhongcheng couldn't bear to argue with her anymore.
"You've already realized your mistake, and Dad has already forgiven you."
"I don't want you to cook because I don't want you to waste your time on these trivial matters. You are the young lady of the Tang family, not a servant. Do you understand what you should do from now on?"
Tang Yiyi, who had been filled with worry for so many days, and had worked hard to cook every day, finally received Tang Zhongcheng's forgiveness.
Tears welled up in Tang Yiyi's eyes, and she nodded, her heart finally at peace.
"Dad, I understand. Thank you, Dad."
"You are my daughter, what father wouldn't forgive his own child?"
"Dad..."
Tang Yiyi cried tears of joy.
At this moment, father and daughter were affectionate, and they had reconciled.
Tang Xiaomin watched as Tang Zhongcheng forgave Tang Yiyi so easily, and a cold laugh escaped her lips.
She just didn't understand.
In her past life, when Tang Zhongcheng fell ill and couldn't find his medicine, he almost died.
From then on, he treated her with hostility and held a deep grudge.
But why was it different for Tang Yiyi? It had only been a few days, and with a little filial pretense and a bit of a sob story, Tang Zhongcheng easily forgave her.
Since when had Tang Zhongcheng become so magnanimous?
Could it be that just because she was Tang Yiyi, Tang Zhongcheng could forgive her so readily?
Indeed, one person couldn't be compared to another.
Tang Zhongcheng was going to hand over the company to Tang Yu, and for this purpose, a banquet was held at a hotel.
The new butler, Butler Wang, had arranged everything meticulously and thoughtfully.
Zhang Meiyu was very satisfied with Butler Wang, as was everyone else in the Tang family.
However, there was one thing that troubled Butler Wang.
"Madam, Miss Xiaomin has a bad reputation. It's likely that some unpleasant remarks will be made on the day of the banquet, and I'm worried it might cause some trouble."
Previously, Zhang Meiyu and Tang Zhongcheng had personally spread rumors that Tang Xiaomin had gone mad. Although Tang Zhongcheng had conducted public relations afterward, the effect was not good.
Coupled with Tang Xiaomin's own disruptive behavior at the Qian family's banquet, the matter had become difficult to explain.
On such an important occasion as the banquet, Zhang Meiyu didn't want any trouble or to become a laughingstock.
She had been misled by a charlatan and abandoned Tang Xiaomin, and now she felt deeply guilty towards Tang Xiaomin.
"Just explain things properly on the day of the banquet; there's no need to hide it. She's been back in the Tang family for more than half a year, and it's time for her to make a respectable appearance in public. Prepare her evening gown for the banquet."
"Yes, Madam."
On the day of the banquet, Butler Wang retrieved the haute couture gown and jewelry prepared for Tang Xiaomin.
When Tang Yiyi saw the exquisite boxes, her eyes lit up, and she opened them without asking.
"Why is this gown black? Although it's not my favorite color, it's haute couture. Butler Wang, could you take it to my room? I'll try it on later."
Butler Wang said apologetically, "Miss Yiyi, this is the gown Madam instructed to be prepared for Miss Xiaomin."
Mom prepared a gown for Tang Xiaomin? And haute couture, with jewelry too!!
"For... for Sister?" Tang Yiyi asked incredulously, repeating the question.
Butler Wang answered her earnestly, "Yes."
Boom!!!
In Tang Yiyi's world, a bolt of lightning struck.
Didn't Mother always hate Tang Xiaomin?
Why would she suddenly prepare a gown for Tang Xiaomin? Why would she suddenly be so kind to her?
Why?
Could it be that because Master Xiangshan was exposed as a fraud, her mother felt deceived?
So... she felt guilty towards Tang Xiaomin and wanted to make amends?
Tang Yiyi's face instantly turned pale, her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the sofa.
Seeing her pale face, Butler Wang asked worriedly, "Miss Yiyi, are you alright?"
Tang Yiyi didn't hear him.
"Miss Yiyi, are you alright?"
Tang Yiyi's heart was in a turmoil, and she tried to calm herself down.
"I'm... I'm fine... Please take it upstairs for Sister."
Her words, however, were still intermittent.
Butler Wang didn't know what else to say, so he took the gown upstairs and knocked on Tang Xiaomin's door.
"Miss Xiaomin, this is the gown Madam prepared for you to wear at the banquet. Madam wants you to attend in full regalia."
Tang Xiaomin looked at the exquisite gift box in Butler Wang's hand, slightly surprised.
"Why is Zhang Meiyu suddenly so kind?"
Tang Xiaomin opened the box and saw the black gown, muttering to herself.
"A black gown, it'll be perfect to complement my dark reputation."
Butler Wang: ...
As the butler of the Tang family, he didn't want Tang Xiaomin to misunderstand anything.
"Miss Xiaomin, Madam only instructed me to prepare a gown for you. Moreover, this color is a classic of this brand. I picked it out myself, and it doesn't imply anything about you."
So it wasn't Zhang Meiyu's choice. Looking at the gown, Tang Xiaomin's mood changed.
"Oh, so Butler Wang picked it. You have good taste. I'll wear it tonight."
Tang Xiaomin's expression changed faster than flipping a book, and she even gave Butler Wang a sweet smile.
She didn't hide her dissatisfaction with her mother at all.
Looking at her smile, Butler Wang felt a chill down his spine.