Song Qing was feeling frustrated, always sensing that Ye Qiu lingered like an unshakable ghost. Wasn't she also wanting the best for her own son, Xiao Xu? Why did it feel like Ye Qiu's gaze suggested she was the stepmother?
Was Ye Qiu really that good? Wasn't it just because she inherited wealth? Wasn't it just because she gifted a piano? If she had that much money, she would give her son even better things!
"I can't invite your previous teacher; let's go to the youth center instead." Fang Bingwen said calmly, but inwardly mocked himself. He had once promised not to use a penny from Ye Qiu, but in the end, everything for Xiao Xu was arranged by her. Now that she was truly gone, he realized just how much she had contributed to the family.
In comparison, Xiaoqing was neither heartbroken for the family nor for Xiao Xu. She was always most concerned about what other women's husbands bought for them, what new products brands released, and where Ye Qiu was boasting.
