Chu Yihan shook his head and waved his hands wildly in the air as he spoke.
"It's all damn nonsense. None of it is useful at all. I'm living worse than a stray dog."
Su Qiao took a deep breath.
Really...
She was blind, but did he really have to call her "Little Blind One" every single day?
Did he really think she had no temper?
She pried his hand away and pushed him onto the sofa. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying I'm a stray dog?"
Chu Yihan hadn't heard a word she said. He had been drinking for a long time, feeling wronged, stifled, and indignant on behalf of his mother—and for himself as well.
He had wanted to talk to someone, but then realized that, apart from her, no one would truly listen to him. There was no one he could genuinely trust, and even less anyone who cared whether he felt stifled or wronged.
After getting thoroughly drunk, he stopped caring about anything, hailed a rickshaw, and swayed his way here.
"Little Blind One, do you know? I only found out today that I'm not her biological son. I really am not her biological son."
"That woman, she... she treated me so well. How could she not be my real mother? How could she not be?"
Chu Yihan hugged her tightly, as if only that could draw out a few traces of warmth and soothe the wounds in his heart.
Su Qiao more or less understood.
Madam Chu was not his biological mother. His real mother was someone else.
People outside all said that Madam Chu of Chu Manor loved her younger son most, cherishing him as if he might melt if held in her mouth or fall if placed in her hand,