Jiang Shiyue was enveloped by overwhelming guilt, making her feel like a vicious mother who abandoned her child.

She opened her arms and hugged Yangyang regardless of his struggles, "I'm sorry! Those words were not my true intention."

Yangyang calmed down, still turning his head away and refusing to look at her.

"I'm sorry, Yangyang. I just made that up to irritate your aunt."

"Do you think your aunt is completely subdued by me?"

Zhao Caifeng: “…”

"It's still uncertain who will deal with whom! We don't recognize the identity of the family, we only recognize the wedding banquet. If you and Chen Shanhe didn't hold a wedding banquet, you are not a member of our Chen family."

Jiang Shiyue was so focused on coaxing Yangyang at the moment that she didn't bother to pay attention to Zhao Caifeng.

"Yangyang, believe me. If... I mean if, I really divorce your father, I will definitely try my best to fight for your custody and take you away." Jiang Shiyue solemnly promised.

When she first came here, Yangyang was just a responsibility to her, a debt that she had to bear when acquiring the other company.

But in just two months, thanks to their blood relationship, Yangyang had become her core asset, something she couldn't abandon even in the event of bankruptcy and restructuring.

As Jiang Shiyue gently comforted him, Yangyang finally reached out and hugged her neck.

Soon Jiang Shiyue felt warm liquid dripping on her neck.

Yangyang actually cried? This was the first time Jiang Shiyue felt Yangyang express such obvious emotions.

Suddenly, I felt so distressed that I hugged Yangyang tightly and comforted him: "I'm sorry! I promise this is the first and last time I say such words."

Yangyang didn't say anything, but just hugged Jiang Shiyue's neck tighter and sobbed.

Chen Shanhe pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate, his Adam's apple rolled, and his fingertips moved slightly.

At this moment, he really wanted to open his arms and hug the mother and child.