Song Ye raised his head in shock, looking at her with disbelief in his eyes.

Jiang Zhining stood opposite him and clearly saw the daze in his eyes.

Apparently, no one had ever said that to him.

"I, have a mother?" Song Ye asked softly, as if asking, but also as if uncertain.

Jiang Zhining teased him: "Without a mother, did you pop out of a stone?"

Song Ye shook his head: "She doesn't want me to call her mom."

Jiang Zhining was stunned. She naturally knew who he was talking about.

At that moment, my heart skipped a beat.

"Some people, despite being mothers, are not qualified to be mothers. There are such people in every era. It's just that you are unlucky to have run into them."

Song Ye didn't answer.

"Xiaoye, stepmother is still mother. You are Song Yuzhou's child, and also my child." Jiang Zhining said with a chuckle, "Mom is your confidence. Be brave and say no to those who hurt you with their words, okay?"

At that moment, tears welled up in his eyes.

Almost at the same time, Song Ye threw himself into her arms and hugged her tightly.

His voice trembled with obvious nervousness: "Mom, Mom..."

Jiang Zhining gently stroked his head, her palm warm: "Yes, Mom is here."

He got a response and tears quietly rolled down his eyes.

The scene before his eyes was when he pulled his biological mother to call her "Mom" but was slapped in the face.

Feeling the wetness on her chest, Jiang Zhining did not expose him, but continued to hold him gently.

Song Yuzhou stood there, hugging Song Ye, who was holding Jiang Zhining tightly, with his fists clenched at his sides.

Because Song Ye was emotionally unstable, Song Yuzhou asked for leave for him, and then went home with Jiang Zhining, holding his hand.

After returning home, Jiang Zhining asked Song Yuzhou to cook while she chatted with Song Ye.

He was only five or six years old, and he was suppressing too much in his heart, so she wanted to enlighten him to the best of her ability.

"Xiaoye, can you tell me about your mother?" Jiang Zhining spoke slowly.

Hearing the name of his biological mother, Song Ye's body trembled instinctively. Seeing his conditioned reflex, Jiang Zhining felt distressed and couldn't help but increase the strength of her grip on his hand.

"Today you treated me as a trash can and told me about your fear of your mother. From tomorrow on, I hope you can forget the past. Because your mother now is me." Jiang Zhining said word by word.

Seeing her encouraging eyes, Song Ye finally spoke slowly: "Mom doesn't like us. When we were little, Dad was not at home, and Mom often beat me and my brother..."

Jiang Zhining suppressed her shock and listened attentively.

She only knew that Song Ye and his two siblings were abandoned, but she didn't know the details.

It wasn't until I heard it with my own ears that I believed there were such cruel mothers in the world.

Because her husband was away from home all the time, Song Ye's mother took out all her complaints on her children, calling them a burden every day and either beating or scolding them.

In winter, she didn't allow him to wear warm clothes, take hot baths, or eat. When she was in a bad mood, she would beat him with a whip.

The most cruel thing is that after his father died, his mother actually wanted to abandon them and marry her old lover.

Because he wanted to keep the pension for himself, he conspired with his old lover to poison his three children.

If Song Yuzhou had not happened to return and discovered the poisoned and unconscious children and sent them to the hospital for emergency treatment in time, the three of them would have been poisoned to death by their own mother.

Therefore, they have both love and hate for their biological mothers.

Jiang Zhining's eyes were red, and her palm fell on his head: "It's okay, it's all over."

"Will you harm us like them?" Song Ye looked at them anxiously.

"they?"

Song Ye nodded: "After my uncle adopted us, there was an aunt who wanted to marry my father. She was very nice to us at first. One time, I went to play in the pond with her, and she pushed me into the pond..."

Jiang Zhining covered her mouth in disbelief. She never expected that such an experience would happen to them.

For a moment, the words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them.

"My mother-in-law said they didn't want to be stepmothers, so they would kill us."

After a long while, Jiang Zhining finally found her voice: "I won't hurt you, ever."

Song Ye didn't say anything, just looked at her with his clear eyes.

Jiang Zhining bent down and hugged him, moved, and said gently: "I will try my best to be your mother. Give me a chance, okay?"

A strange warmth filled the tip of his nose, and Song Ye's tense body slowly relaxed.

She smells so good, just like the smell of my mother in my dreams.

After a long time, Song Ye nodded cautiously.

After separating from Song Ye, Jiang Zhining stayed in the room.

"I finally understand why those two kids turned evil in the future. After going through all that, it would be strange if they didn't turn evil." Jiang Zhining sympathized.

She was an orphan who had never felt the love of her parents and was always longing for it.

But compared to her, Song Chen and Song Ye are even more miserable.

Poisoned by their own mother! How desperate they must have been when the poison took effect!

The more Jiang Zhining thought about it, the angrier she became, and her heart was in turmoil.

When Song Yuzhou walked into the room, he saw Jiang Zhining crying there.

Seeing this, Song Yuzhou stepped forward quickly: "What happened?"

"I'm so angry! Xiaoye just told me how there could be such a cruel mother in this world! I'm so angry! She doesn't deserve to be a mother at all!"

Jiang Zhining became more and more angry as she spoke, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing her crying out of anger, Song Yuzhou was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Okay, don't cry. He has a good mother like you now." Song Yuzhou gently wiped away her tears.

Jiang Zhining nodded: "I will."

She cannot redeem herself, but she wants to redeem Brother Song Ye, just as she redeems her former self.