They never admit their own mistakes and use their own values to judge the right and wrong of others.
And Meng Qingyue is just that kind of person.
“The real culprit who framed your sister has been found. You should seek justice from her. But you only focus your attention on my mother and my third aunt and her sister. Half of your hatred is imagined. Isn't the other half also influenced by jealousy?”
As if her secret had been exposed, she swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then burst into maniacal laughter.
Her laughter was extremely shrill, yet it contained a hint of feigned pleasure.
“Jealousy? What’s there for me to be jealous of in those two losers? One lost her daughter for almost twenty-one years, and the other was kept in the dark by her husband for so many years, while I know the whole truth and look down on you ignorant and stupid people.”
Tang Yaoyao wasn't angry at all. She slowly curled her lips into a smile, the upward curve of which looked three parts roguish and seven parts lazy.
Looking directly into her bloodshot eyes, he raised an eyebrow: "Meng Qingyue, before this, you could indeed be considered a victor, but don't you know that in this world, only the one who laughs last laughs best?"
Meng Qingyue's expression changed.
Tang Yaoyao wiggled her little feet from side to side and laughed with a hint of mockery: "You're the pathetic one."
Meng Qingyue immediately retorted, "I've enjoyed Qiao Yong and the Fu family's suffering for over twenty years, how could I be pathetic? Do you know how much pleasure I feel every day when I think of Qiao Yanzhi heartbroken and shedding tears because of you?"
"Does it feel good? For over twenty years, you haven't lived for yourself for a single second, haven't been close to your own daughter even for a moment, and can't even acknowledge her. Now you're over fifty, with no one by your side, all alone. Everywhere you look, there are conspiracies and schemes. Ask yourself honestly, do you really feel good?"
Every word was like a needle or thorn, piercing her heart, impossible to remove, and never able to heal.
"On the contrary, my mother had a loving husband, a group of filial children, and wealth that others could only dream of. My third aunt, on the other hand, had a kind son. Even though her husband had concealed some things, it was out of a desire to protect her, and he had loved and cherished her with all his tenderness throughout his life."
Having said all this, Tang Yaoyao curled her lips once more, her gaze intense: "Now, I'm back, and I've exposed Fu Mengyao's conspiracy that she wasn't Third Aunt's father's biological daughter. After this feud, the Fu and Qiao families will only get better, and you..."
She paused, feigning thought, then smiled and said, "Let me think. It's all for nothing. Can you endure the hardship of prison life from now on?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Yaoyao felt a chill run down her spine. Yao-ge was too ruthless!
Every word she uttered was a gem of wisdom.
Blood was still at the corner of Meng Qingyue's mouth, making her look even more miserable.
Tang Yaoyao continued her sharp tongue, her tone subtly shifting to a playful curve: "Oh, by the way, what Fu Mengyao has always been proud of is her status as a young lady from a wealthy family. Now that's gone, she's already deeply affected and fallen into despair. If she knew her true identity..."
She didn't say anything more, and everyone understood.
She has lived for a thousand years and has never discriminated against anyone or any job, but that doesn't mean Fu Mengyao wouldn't.
Meng Qingyue was clearly heartbroken by her words, her brows furrowed in pain, and she staggered back a step.
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