After finishing dinner, Lady Wu counted that her son spoke to Jiao Jiao ten times, picked food for her eighteen times, and looked at her thirty-nine times, with a smile on his face all the time!
Lady Wu was deeply conflicted.
She found her son too late.
So much so that she could no longer enjoy her son being coddled in her arms.
And now, her son was about to belong to another woman.
Lady Wu felt a pang of jealousy but forced herself to come to terms with it.
It wasn't she who found her son, but her son who found her.
If her son hadn't reached out to her, she would never have known that her son was already so grown.
She should be satisfied.
Seeing him in her lifetime, she shouldn't ask for anything else.
He looks so happy smiling at Jiao Jiao, how nice.
Really nice.
Mrs. Chen, being the mother, also noticed that the atmosphere today was unusual.
There always seemed to be something between Sanlang and Jiao Jiao before, but today was different.
