"Song Jingkang, Liang Xueyun, how much more are you two going to embarrass yourselves in public?" Song Jing'an asked, restraining himself.
The room grew even more chaotic.
Yan Zhiyi nestled into Xia Shule's arms, holding him tightly. But he wasn't angry with Xia Shule, so Xia Shule didn't need to coax him.
That put Xia Shule at ease, and his mood instantly improved a little.
Already humiliated by a junior, Song Jingkang could now only vent his frustration on his eldest son.
"What do you mean, embarrass ourselves? Song Jing'an, have you gotten too full of yourself now that you're doing well in Jingjiang?"
Song Jing'an knew there was no reasoning with these two, so he got straight to the point. "Since you're here, you can meet Xiao Di. After this, even if you come to Jingjiang again, we won't see you."
Hearing the name Xiao Di, Madam Song stood up, her eyes brimming with tears.
She looked at the boy behind Song Jing'an. He had delicate, handsome features. People said boys took after their mothers, and this child looked exactly like she had when she was young!
"Xiao Di?" Madam Song approached Song Dimu, her voice gentle.
A tear fell from her eyes. "My son, Xiao Di, it's Mom. I'm your mom."
Behind her, Xia Shule made faces as he mimicked those words, making Song Dimu laugh. At his smile, Song Jingkang froze too. Just like his wife in her youth, his smile was just as captivating.
This was his biological son.
In truth, what he had always loved was simply the status of being his youngest son. When Song Jingsheng was born, the couple had been at their most loving.
He was the fruit of their love, so they had to pamper and love him no matter what.