âImpossible! Little Zheng will never part with me!â Ling Yutong looked up at her and gritted his teeth. âAnd I will never give my child to an outsider!â
âHow can I be an outsider?â Ye Shengge smiled. âAccording to you, Shiting is Little Zhengâs father, so Iâm the stepmother of the child. Little Zheng and I are like you and Mr. Jun. Is Mr. Jun an outsider to you?â
Ling Yutong was left speechless.
Mr. Jun couldnât help scrutinizing Ye Shengge when he heard this.
After a while, Ling Yutong said, âThatâs different. Little Zheng is still young...â
âThat wonât do either...â Ye Shengge sighed.â It looks like youâll only be satisfied if I leave Shiting and let you three form a happy family, right? â
âI donât want to interfere, but the child is innocent. I have to give him a complete family.â Ling Yutong looked at his son and said, âLittle Zheng, tell that auntie that you only want to live with your parents, right?â
No matter how intelligent Little Zheng was, he was only three or four years old. He had never seen such a big scene before. At that moment, he looked at Ling Yutong, who was beside him, and then at Ye Shengge. He kept his mouth shut.
Ling Yutong bit her lips and said, âSay something, Little Zheng. Havenât you always wanted a father?â
The boy clenched his fists but didnât say anything.
âYou know that the child is innocent as well.â Ye Shengge sneered. âYet you pushed the child in front of so many people to make Ji Shiting acknowledge him, and you let him be the target of gossip and sympathy, but you didnât consider his feelings at all. Itâs his greatest misfortune that Little Zheng has a selfish mother like you. In your heart, your own goal is more important. Little Zheng is just a tool for you to achieve your goal. You say you want the child to have a complete family, but deep down, you know what your true goal is.â
Every single word Ye Shengge said struck Ling Yutong like lightning, and her face paled.
She looked at her sonâs stubborn and humiliated face and felt a bit regretful, but now that things had come to this, she could only continue.
âI just didnât expect Shiting to deny that heâs the father of the child.â Tears streamed down her face as if she was heartbroken. âI hurt Shiting when I was being stubborn, so heâs taking it out on Little Zheng now... Itâs all my fault.â
Ji Shiting sneered, walked over and hugged Ye Shengge.
âThen, what do you plan to do if I say Iâm willing to treat Little Zheng as my son but I donât want to be involved with you anymore?â The manâs voice was deep and sarcastic.
Ling Yutong shivered and looked at him in disbelief.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
She was squatting on the ground, so the manâs tall figure made her feel more pressured.
She bit her lips and said, âAre you still blaming me, Shiting?â
âNo,â Ji Shiting said coldly. âIâm just sick of you.â
The manâs dark eyes were filled with anger. Although his voice didnât reveal much emotion, the word âsickâ was more hurtful than any heartless words.