For young Zhou Zhengchu, his parents' divorce was not an unbearable event.

As long as his mother doesn't abandon him again.

Although he was only five years old, he remembered very clearly that every weekend the housekeeper would send him to his mother's place, or his mother would come to see him on her own initiative.

These two days of the weekend belong to him.

But this Saturday, the housekeeper neither took him there nor did his mother come to see him.

He wasn't happy all day, his delicate little face was cold and expressionless, and he had no mood to do anything else after finishing the homework assigned by his kindergarten teacher.

He counted on his fingers; less than two months had passed, and his mother had already forgotten about him.

If it's two years, five years, or ten years.

His mother would definitely not remember him.

The boy didn't blame his careless mother for forgetting him; he simply became more attentive in reminding her that she hadn't come to see him.

Jiang Yue had indeed forgotten.

She squatted down and touched the boy's tender, fair face. The little boy's eyes were dark and moist, like clear black glass beads, delicate and beautiful.

Looking at her so expectantly, Jiang Yue's heart softened.

"I'm sorry, I forgot."

The boy let his mother touch his face without struggling, and then snuggled into her arms, his muffled voice sounding unhappy: "Mom."

Jiang Yue was embraced tightly by him, his small arms encircling her neck. Then she heard the boy say in a muffled voice, "I'm a little sad."

His voice was nasal, as if he had been crying, but also as if he hadn't.

I can't tell from it.

Jiang Yue lifted his face and saw the boy's eyes gradually reddening. He looked at her with a mix of grievance and pity, and his silent demeanor made him even more endearing.

I'm really sad.

She even held back her tears of grievance.

Jiang Yue felt a pang of tingling sensation in her heart, like a soft thorn gently pricking her, which was quite uncomfortable.

She apologized again.

"I didn't mean it. I went to the temple with your father today..." Jiang Yue was more responsive to gentle persuasion than force. Her adopted son had always been quite well-behaved and gentle. Her heart wasn't made of stone, and she gradually developed some pity for him, no longer acting as indifferent and heartless as she had at the beginning.

There's an added layer of emotion.

With each additional concern comes an additional vulnerability.

But Her Highness always finds it hard to betray those who are truly sincere.

Even if it's wrapped in a thick, hard shell, enough love and sincerity can easily pry it open.

“I thought your father would take care of you. It’s not that I didn’t remember you at all.”

When Zhou Ji came to pick her up, she had a few seconds of doubt: what about the child?

However, the brief moment was quickly dispelled.

The Zhou family has no shortage of housekeepers and servants, and even professional tutors who come to their homes; Zhou Ji will surely arrange everything.

So at this moment, Jiang Yue shifted the blame onto Zhou Ji without any qualms.

Hearing his mother's explanation, Zhou Zhengchu's eyes reddened even more. The boy reached out and tightly gripped his mother's fingers, still feeling insecure: "Mom won't abandon me, right?"

He stared at her with his round, moist, dark eyes, without blinking.

Jiang Yue wanted to be a con artist, but couldn't bear to actually be one.

She will still leave.

but--

After the original owner's soul returned.

She might no longer be so obsessed with love, nor would she go to such lengths just to get her husband's love; she'll be able to see a wider world in her eyes.

She will realize that besides Zhou Ji, there are many, many other people worthy of her love.

There are also many, many people who care about her.

At that time, Zhou Zhengchu should also receive the purest love from his mother that he wanted.

Jiang Yue gently stroked his hair, her expression tender: "No, it won't happen."

The boy became very easy to coax in front of his mother; he would believe every word she said and would never doubt it.

Jiang Yue picked him up and sat him on the sofa. Seeing that his eyes weren't as red as before, she truly breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't help but ruffle the little boy's soft, black hair again and asked, "Didn't you have class today?"

The boy shook his head, then nodded.

He threw a tantrum and refused to continue the tutoring session halfway through.

Even when they feel unwell, they refuse to see a doctor.

I wonder who he takes after to be so stubborn, obstinate, and uncompromising.

Jiang Yue looked at his slightly flushed face and felt something was wrong. She raised her hand to check his forehead temperature and found that he had a fever.

Jiang Yue herself is not very good at taking care of herself, let alone taking care of a sick child.

She called him "brother".

Qin Zhao, who was processing official documents, finally looked up from his desk. "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yue pointed to the boy sitting next to her: "He has a fever."

Qin Zhao wasn't very familiar with this nephew. He had met him many times before, but he didn't know his identity back then. He stood up and said, "I'll drive you to the hospital."

The boy tugged at his mother's sleeve: "Mom, taking medicine will be enough. I don't want to go to the hospital. I don't like hospitals."

Zhou Zhengchu doesn't have a good memory of hospitals.

My hospital visits were all related to my mother.

They either got sick from starvation or suffered too much fright.

Jiang Yue wasn't a doctor, and she was also a little at a loss. She looked at Qin Zhao with pleading eyes, as if he were her lifeline.

Qin Zhao felt a mix of emotions. Sure enough, she was still an immature child herself.

We have to take care of children this big.

Qin Zhao silently cursed Zhou Ji in his heart again. He walked to the sofa and touched Zhou Zhengchu's forehead. "He has a bit of a fever. There are fever reducers at home. Take the medicine first."

The spare medications in the first-aid kit are checked and replaced every month.

The boy was very well-behaved when taking his medicine and didn't complain.

He felt a little sleepy after taking the medicine, but he still held onto her sleeve, afraid that his mother would disappear again when he woke up from his nap.

Qin Zhao picked up the handsome little boy who was leaning against his sister and took him back to his room.

After closing the door, the man went downstairs again. A few years ago, he had vaguely heard that Zhou Ji's wife was not very good to their children. What did Qin Zhao think at that time? Ah, he didn't say it, but in his heart, he felt that she was really too much, just like everyone else.

Now all I feel is regret.

She looks so small, how can we let her take care of an even smaller child?

No one taught her.

She made a mess of her life.

"You spoil him too much."

"Really? I don't even give him candy! I'm not nice to him at all, don't be fooled by my kindness just now."

Because it will cause cavities! She always steals snacks from the children's snack cabinet.

Qin Zhao chuckled, and after a moment, the man casually asked, "When do you plan to get your divorce certificate with Zhou Ji?"

"We'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau after the cooling-off period for divorce is over."

"Didn't that already happen a long time ago?"

Faced with Qin Zhao's slightly surprised gaze, Jiang Yue was even more astonished than him: "Huh? Huh? Huh?"