Bai Yueru felt a splitting headache.
Mrs. Han was clearly taking things out of context and distorting the facts.
The reason Shaochen almost married Han Ruixin wasn’t because of some mutual affection as Mrs. Han had claimed, but because Han Ruixin, who had saved his life, was using her status as his savior to deathly coerce him into marrying her.
Shaochen used to suffer from gynophobia and thought he would never be able to be close to a woman his whole life, so it didn’t matter who he married.
Since his lifesaver desired the empty title of Mrs. Sheng, he might as well gratify her.
What he hadn’t expected was that the Old Lady would disagree, and that was what led to the marriage falling through.
Back then, Bai Yueru had thought the Old Lady was a bit too cruel; after all, Han Ruixin’s leg disability was a result of saving Shaochen. But now, she felt that the Old Lady had truly been far-sighted.
Each member of the Han Family was trouble, and had Shaochen really married Han Ruixin back then, the consequences would’ve been unthinkable.
Bai Yueru responded with a slight smile, "Actually, Shaochen has always been a very decisive child. Even I, his mother, couldn’t possibly make decisions for him."
Her words could not have been clearer—in the failed marriage between Han Ruixin and Sheng Shaochen, the Old Lady wasn’t the main reason; the main reason was that Shaochen had never harbored any romantic feelings for Han Ruixin, from beginning to end.
"Mrs. Sheng, you jest. The Sheng family has such good family education, and Shaochen is so filial. How could he possibly not listen to you?" Mrs. Han’s face showed signs of embarrassment, but she was relentless in her words.
"Filial piety is one thing, but we are old now, and we don’t understand the world of young people. Let’s leave them to make their own decisions," Bai Yueru said with an elegant curve of her lips, a faint, graceful smile reaching her brow that spoke of an effortless poise.
This only made Mrs. Han appear even more lacking in self-awareness.
Mrs. Han frowned but still refused to give in, sighing as she continued, "Our Ruxin, following after me, is a lovelorn soul. In this life, she has only set her heart on Shaochen. Ah, it’s quite pitiful, really. She spent over a decade in bed, and if it were not for her heart still holding onto Shaochen, I fear she wouldn’t have lasted until now..." Saying so, she began to dab at her tears...
Sheng Shaochen and Ye Shu listened to the conversation downstairs, exchanging glances and both furrowing their brows.
Han Ruixin was indeed pitiable, but her most pitiable aspect was not her physical disability, but the disability of her heart.
A woman, scheming to force a man who didn’t love her to marry her, repeatedly exploiting her status as his lifesaver, consuming his guilt—it was not love she would receive but only his charity and sympathy.
Ye Shu’s small hand hooked around Sheng Shaochen’s neck, her amber-colored eyes twinkling as she stared at him, "What does Mr. Sheng plan to do? Go with the flow of public opinion, or..."
"Draw a clear line!" said Sheng Shaochen as his large hand gently ruffled Ye Shu’s hair, soothing her.
Then, he pulled out his phone and dialed Su Zhongcheng, the manager of Shengshi Group’s branch in Han City, giving clear instructions.
Ye Shu nestled in Sheng Shaochen’s arms, listening to him issue his commands with absolute certainty, and her heart felt warm and fuzzy.
Her hand clung around Sheng Shaochen’s sturdy waist like a little quail, nuzzling him, "Thank you, Mr. Sheng." Thank you for pampering me so, loving me, cherishing me...
"Is a simple thank you really enough?" teased Sheng Shaochen, a mischievous light flickering in his eyes.
Ye Shu bowed her head, biting her lip, her cheeks aflame with redness.
His warm breath cascaded down, caressing her ears, stirring an indescribable flutter in her heart, causing her body to heat up for no reason, tightening her hold on him...
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