Zhang Xiaocui's plain face was pleading. "But you weren't hurt, were you? I'm begging you, please let Huai'an off. He's my only son!"
Mo Chengzhou's gaze was colder than ever. "You should be grateful Mu Huai'an didn't actually hurt Yan Wen. Otherwise, even dying a hundred times wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"
"You've got that wrong," Xie Yunshu corrected him. "There's no longer anyone named Mu Huai'an in our family. You should call him Zheng Huai'an."
Zheng was the surname of Mu Huai'an's biological family. His biological father was named Zheng Donghai.
Looking at the stunned Zhang Xiaocui, Yan Wen reminded her, "Think carefully about whether this is really worth it. Has Zheng Huai'an ever treated you as his birth mother, even for a single day? While he spent over a decade living as a pampered young master in the Mu family, did he ever remember that you, his birth mother, were struggling to get by?"
"If nothing had gone wrong, you should have reunited four years ago. You know better than anyone why it was put off until now, Auntie. If you're still determined to put Zheng Huai'an first after all that, I have nothing more to say. But I will never forgive someone who tried to kill me."
Zhang Xiaocui stood there in a daze. Of course she knew it wasn't worth it, but he was still the child she had carried for ten months and risked her life to bring into the world. She had spent over a decade hoping to reunite with her son. Why had it turned out like this?
Xie Yunshu called the driver over. "Take Xiaocui safely back to Darong."
"Yes, ma'am."
After Zhang Xiaocui was sent home, Xie Yunshu took Yan Wen's hand. "I'm sorry, Xiao Wen. You'd only just