Every day, he watched Jin Moli openly come to Jingren Palace, bringing all sorts of ridiculous things to curry favor with his woman, and eating the meals and flower tea she had made with her own hands.
Yet he couldn't openly drive him away.
"Hmm?"
He hadn't brought up this matter for half a year. Why mention it at this particular moment?
Could it be... something had happened that she didn't know about?
Jin Canghan's face felt a little hot. Mustering his courage, he looked into her eyes. "You... you should have guessed who I am by now."
"So come with me! Let's leave this place and live our own lives."
"Don't worry. I've prepared everything. I'll make sure you live just as well as you do now—no, even better."
"You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. I'll accompany you."
After a pause, he added cautiously, "If you want, we can even adopt a few children."
Sigh, this guy never thought about avenging the child. But then again, that person was the one who gave birth to him. He really couldn't bring himself to do it.
Human emotions are such a hassle.
The system clans were much better. They didn't care about blood relations or anything like that.
They only cared about who treated them well. Whoever treated them well was family.
"Weren't you always quite good at keeping your composure? Why can't you hold it together today?"
As Su Qiao asked, she told 444 to investigate whether anything had happened again over the past two days.
"I... I..." Jin Canghan flushed scarlet, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"If you have something to say, say it. Stop stammering." Su Qiao shook off his hand and plopped down on the couch.
Jin Canghan sat