C11 You Are the Uncultured Bastard!

"Oh..." Tang Xiaoci replied with a hint of regret, turning to Gu Shimu, "Uncle, let's talk next time. I'll tell you then."

Gu Shimu was silent.

Was the little guy trying to secure a repeat visitor?

He wasn't particularly curious by nature. If his questions went unanswered, he felt no sense of loss. Rising to his feet, he addressed Tang Yexi, "I'll drive you home."

These could be his sons and their mother.

He was still unclear on how Tang Yexi had obtained his genetic material, but the information his father's investigators had gathered confirmed that Tang Yexi was a good person.

Gentle, kind, just, and responsible.

Well.

Perhaps 'gentle' should be set aside for the moment.

Considering she had managed to flip his top bodyguard over her shoulder with a single move, 'gentle' seemed a bit incongruous for her!

Regardless, she was a good woman.

As a gentleman, it was his duty to ensure her safe return.

"No need," Tang Yexi declined. "I can manage on my own. Thank you."

With that, she no longer paid Gu Shimu any mind, took her two sons by the hand, and left the dojo with them.

Exiting the dojo, Tang Mengxi was about to get into her car when a luxury vehicle abruptly halted in front of her, blocking her path.

The car door swung open, and a formidable middle-aged woman in her forties stepped out, striding toward Tang Yexi with a furious expression and bellowing, "Tang Yexi!"

The smile vanished from Tang Yexi's face as she was chatting with her sons, her demeanor instantly turning icy.

Hsing Peizhen raised her hand to Tang Yexi's nose, scolding, "You thought you could run? Even if you fled to the ends of the earth, I'd find you! The Tang family has supported you for years, and now it's time for you to repay us. And you just walk away without a word? Tang Yexi, have you no conscience?"

Tang Xiaochu released Tang Yexi's hand, stepped in front of her, and shielded her with his body. The once cheerful expression on his face was now replaced by a frosty sternness. He glared at Hsing Peizhen, "Your surname is Hsing, not Tang. Even if my mother owes the Tang family, it's none of your business!"

"How is this none of my business?" Hsing Peizhen bellowed, "I am Mrs. Tang!"

"My mother's uncle is the head of the Tang family!" Tang Xiaochu retorted with disdain, "My mother's blood is the blood of the Tang family. Can you say the same? When it comes to who's closer, my mother has a much stronger connection to the Tang family than you do. You're practically a stranger. What gives you the right to demand anything from my mother in the name of the Tang family? Who do you think you are?"

"You... you..." Hsing Peizhen, pointing at Tang Xiaochu's nose, sputtered, "You ill-mannered little bastard! You have no place speaking to me. Go away!"

"You're the one who's ill-mannered!" Tang Xiaochu's face flushed with fury, "All of you with the surname Xing are nothing but ill-mannered bastards!"

Seeing her eldest son's face turn red with anger, Tang Yexi felt a painful clench in her chest.

She quickly pulled her eldest son to her side and reassured him, "Xiaochu, it's okay. Take care of your brother. This is Mom's issue to handle, and I'll deal with it."

Her son, at just five years old, already knew how to be empathetic and wanted to protect her.

Yet, the more he tried to be her protector, the more her heart ached for him.

It didn't matter that he was only five; even if he were fifteen, it was her role to protect him, not the other way around.