"What the hell? I'm still an untouched maiden! How did I suddenly get promoted to mommy? And this Little Scumbag's mother, at that? I couldn't possibly bear having such an upright, kindhearted, pure-as-driven-snow son!"
Chen Shuang said this inwardly as well.
"Pfft! Hahaha!"
But the scene left Qian Chongling laughing so hard he could barely straighten his back.
Sure, scheming to toy with Tang Hao's feelings for Ah Yin was a little immoral, but who told him to be our enemy?
Showing mercy to your enemies is being cruel to yourself. After all, I, Qian Chongling, am a full-fledged villain-the blackhearted, ruthless kind who commits every evil imaginable.
So all I can do is silently observe three seconds of mourning for you, Tang Hao. As for what comes after the mourning...
"Hahaha!" Qian Chongling laughed again.
Meanwhile, Tang San was frantically shaking Tang Hao, calling out as he did, "Dad, wake up! She's Chen Shuang from Spirit Hall, not my mother, Ah Yin!"
Tang Hao had missed Ah Yin so much that he was nearly mad. Now that he had seen a young woman who resembled her in both looks and bearing, he was bound to fall into a delirious obsession.
"She is your mother. I couldn't possibly mistake her. Look at her-isn't she beautiful? She's the most perfect woman in this world. She's so gentle, beautiful, and kind..." Tang Hao murmured.
Tang San's face was now a bewildered question-mark meme. Utterly exhausted, he shouted at Tang Hao, "Dad, wake up! Think about it carefully. Chen Shuang is about my age. How could she possibly be my birth mother?"
Even thinking with his toes, someone his own age couldn't possibly be his birth mother. It defied both reason and science.
That was what Tang San thought.
Unfortunately, Tang San's words