Su Xingyu finally understood his meaning but only felt anger.
He was the one who hurt her so deeply, and now what's with this magnanimous tone? "You brought back the son of another man, I won't hold it against you," was his undertone, lofty as an emperor.
But she was no longer the trembling little bunny cowering under his scepter. She said, "Should I thank you, Lu Shifeng? My son doesn't need your upbringing! You'd better take care of your own Jue first. That child is so pitifully ill, and you still have the inclination to flirt around outside. What kind of father are you?"
She was fine not mentioning it, but the more she spoke, the angrier she got.
The malnourished little face of Jue reappeared in her mind, causing her heart to ache faintly.
How strange, it was clearly the child of her love rival, yet her heart ached terribly, and she wished she could care for him herself.
