Lin Xiyue's Wisdom

"Zhu Qing, what kind of person do you think your mother is?" Holding Zhu Zhuqing gently, Lu Yuan asked in a low voice.

"Mother? She's a very good person—kindhearted, gentle and approachable, understanding, considerate, and sensible."

"Stop!" Hearing Zhu Zhuqing rattle off that string of adjectives, Lu Yuan hurriedly cut her off.

"What is it, Xiao Yuan? Was I wrong?" Seeing Lu Yuan stop her, Zhu Zhuqing looked at him with some displeasure. Her mother truly was such a wonderful person. Did Lu Yuan have a different opinion?

Seeing the dissatisfaction on Zhu Zhuqing's face, Lu Yuan smiled bitterly. It seemed that, in Zhu Zhuqing's heart, Lin Xiyue truly was a flawless figure.

"Xiao Yuan, why are you smiling bitterly? Answer me. What did I say wrong? Don't you agree?" Zhu Zhuqing pressed.

"No, I agree. Your mother is indeed a very good person. I don't know how she treats others, but she definitely treats you well. I think part of your personality may have been influenced by her, right, Zhu Qing?" Lu Yuan asked softly.

At that, Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

Her outward coldness had formed from growing up in that dark environment, but her kindness and stubbornness had been learned from Lin Xiyue.

After all, Lin Xiyue was her mother, and the only one who had cared for her since childhood. Zhu Zhuqing naturally came to rely on Lin Xiyue without realizing it, imitating and learning her qualities. Over time, that had shaped her distinctive personality.

"But since you agree, why did you interrupt me just now?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at Lu Yuan in confusion.

Lu Yuan smiled faintly. "I interrupted you not because I think your mother isn't a good person, but because I wanted to talk about something else."

"What is it?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

"Zhu Qing,