Chapter 134 These two must be separated!

On the way, Tan Zhaojing dialed the number that was pinned to the top of his phone. At that moment, Lin Zaoyi had just arrived at the coffee shop. She pushed open the door, glanced around briefly, and then fixed her gaze on a certain spot.

His mother wore a black coat today, with a jade necklace around her neck and pearl earrings. She was radiating an aura of wealth and beauty. She sat by the window, her face calm and serene as she looked out the window.

Lin Zaoyi's phone vibrated. Her eyelids drooped slightly, and her fingertips hovered over the red key, replying in text: "It's okay, I can handle it."

After sending the message, the person walked to the table and asked, "You were looking for me?"

The woman slowly turned her head back, said nothing, and stared at her intently. Lin Zaoyi wasn't exactly intimidated, but she felt quite uncomfortable. Anyone would feel awkward being stared at like that.

She pulled out a chair, about to sit down, when the other person scoffed, "Did I let you sit down?"

Lin Zaoyi: ? ? ?

Is this how they try to intimidate us?

It's usually not just a couple of preambles, right?

He loosened his grip on the chair, turned around nimbly, and before he could take two steps, another mocking voice rang out, "Is this how your mother taught you?"

Since we've already mentioned Ms. Ming, being overly polite would seem petty.

With a flick of his toes, he looked straight ahead. “My mother always told me to be polite to others, but if I encounter someone arrogant, I should either yell back or ignore them. Right now, my mouth is dry, so I can only ignore them.”

The coffee shop wasn't crowded at this time, with only a few tables occupied. I was chatting and taking pictures with my companions when I heard this, and half of my attention was diverted.

At the window seat, the wealthy woman stirred her coffee with elegant posture. Across from her was a girl with fair skin and delicate features. She wore a trench coat, jeans, and sneakers. Just by looking at her, it was a bit like a scene from an eight o'clock melodramatic soap opera where the male lead's mother was forcing the girl to leave with a check.

The wealthy woman chuckled, but her gaze toward the girl was filled with disgust and coldness. "She's got a sharp tongue."

The girl seemed unfazed, shrugging relaxedly. "It's alright, is there anything else? Standing is tiring."

The smile on Tan's mother's face gradually faded. "Then let me ask you again, did your mother teach you the meaning of shame? At such a young age, you're not learning good things and are even trying to seduce men! You have absolutely no shame!"

On the way here, Lin Zaoyi had anticipated that her mother would scold her like this, so it wasn't particularly shocking.

I couldn't help but think to myself: Tan Zhaojing, your mother is really awful.

She lifted her half-closed eyelashes, meeting his gaze fearlessly. "I've taught you so much, and I even told you not to force things you can't have, because jealousy only makes you unrecognizable."

With a slight smile, she said, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not talking about you. Of course, I won't stop you if you want to take it personally."

It was obvious that Tan Zhaojing's mother was angry; her chest heaved noticeably. She picked up her coffee and took two large sips. Before she could utter a sarcastic remark, Lin Zaoyi preemptively said, "You don't need to use this opportunity to put down my mother. Between you and Uncle Tan, she has always been upright and has never interfered in anything. Saying more will only expose your jealousy."

Without pausing, she continued, "There's no question of who seduced whom between Tan Zhaojing and me. When feelings come, no one can stop them. Whether you accept it or not, it won't change the final outcome. So, there's no need to waste your breath belittling me. And I'm not someone you can defeat with just a few words."

As she spoke, Tan's mother's expression gradually turned cold, and her pupils revealed not only gloom but also embarrassment and a hint of subtle complexity.

Lin Zaoyi didn't finish speaking, nor did she intend to let the other party interrupt. She continued without stopping, "Finally, let's save face for each other. Not for Tan Zhaojing's sake, but also for your own. After all, you are an elder, and you really shouldn't make things difficult for a junior like me in this way."

At this point, she followed the proper etiquette of a junior and gave a slight bow, saying, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

As she turned around, she bumped into Tan Zhaojing, who was rushing over. He was only wearing a thin shirt. She quickly stepped forward and said, "You don't even know how to put on clothes. Didn't I tell you it was nothing?"

Tan Zhaojing held her hand, letting her feel his body temperature, "I'm not cold."

Anyone would find this scene heartwarming, but it was an eyesore to Tan's mother. She drank the remaining half-cup of coffee in one gulp, and the bitterness made her brows furrow.

She caught a glimpse of a figure approaching out of the corner of her eye. She focused her mind, and the next second, a cold voice slammed down on her head, "Since you insist on severing that mother-son bond, I'll do as you wish."

She suddenly raised her eyes and said, "You try it!"

Tan Zhaojing's lips curved into a cold smile. "Aside from giving birth to me, I owe you nothing in terms of raising me. So, from today onwards—"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone calm and restrained, "You'd better take care of yourself."

Without pausing for even a second, he left with his girlfriend.

Tan's mother's face was extremely gloomy, and her hands, which were resting on her lap, trembled uncontrollably. She could forgive her father, but Tan Zhaojing was her son, and he had actually severed ties with her for a woman, Mingxian's daughter!

As soon as they got back into the car, Lin Zaoyi hugged Tan Zhaojing without saying a word, patting his back silently, again and again.

A faint smile curved Tan Zhaojing's lips. "To comfort me."

"Mmm," the girl nestled against his chest, speaking softly and gently, "Tan Zhaojing, don't be sad."

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice inexplicably became a few degrees hoarse. "Okay, it doesn't hurt."

He ruffled her hair and said, "Sorry."

No need to apologize.

The person in her arms tilted her head back, her clear eyes warmer than the sunlight today. She smiled and said, "I didn't suffer any loss."

He chuckled, "It's clear that our Zaoyi team is very strong."

Lin Zaoyi took it as a compliment, glanced at the time, and saw that there were still two hours before she got off work. "I'm going back to the station."

Before she could even open the car door, Tan Zhaojing suddenly said, "Zaoyi, let's do it this weekend."

A flicker of helplessness crossed her eyes, then she slowly nodded. "Okay."

Just as she was about to open the car door again, his phone rang. She subconsciously turned her gaze and saw Tan Zhaojing's expression freeze as he looked at the screen. Seeing this, she breathed a little lighter. "It's not your grandfather, is it?"

Tan Zhaojing hummed in agreement. "You should know by now."

Lin Zaoyi couldn't help but harbor her petty thoughts, "Your mother..."

"It can only be her."

Lin Zaoyi was saddened to hear this, but he seemed indifferent, as if he was already used to it. Before answering the phone, he gave her a reassuring smile, "It's only a few days earlier, it's all the same."

Tan Zhaojing brought the phone to her ear.

The old man on the other end of the phone was furious. "Tan Zhaojing, you get back here right now!"

"I'm busy right now, I have to spend time with my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Then let me ask you, who is your girlfriend?!"

Tan Zhaojing spoke clearly, "Lin Zaoyi."

"This is outrageous!"

The old man was so angry he almost threw his phone away. Butler Zhao, who was standing by his side, worried that the old man would collapse from anger, so he quickly took the phone away. "Zhaojing, come back right away."

"I'll be back later, around six o'clock."

Having received confirmation, Butler Zhao put his phone aside and handed over a teacup, saying, "Why are you arguing with the child? Have some water."

The old man said, "I won't drink!"

Pressing his hand against his rapidly heaving chest, he shouted, "Go, go and call them all over here, right now!"

Butler Zhao was unsure of the scope the old man was referring to, and was about to bite the bullet and ask when the old man said through gritted teeth, "I don't believe that in front of so many collateral branches of the Tan family, that brat would dare to disobey!"

"These two must be separated!"