Qian Xingxing watched his father speak so eloquently on the screen. For some reason, he suddenly felt the urge to cry, but even in his sorrow, he refused to let Qian Duoduo see his tears. "Where does this leave Mom?"
"Was your love for Mom a lie? She loved you so much, and you used to..."
"He's not Mom's son. To call another woman's son my brother... Imagine how heartbroken Mom would be."
At the mention of that gentle woman, Qian Duoduo's focus seemed to waver for a moment.
'I suppose my willingness to let Qian Xingxing remain my heir is my way of making it up to that gentle woman,' he thought.
'The last shred of love I have for her, I guess.'
"Your mother was a sensible woman who understood the bigger picture. If she were here, she wouldn't refuse, because she would never make things difficult for me."
"Xingxing, your stubbornness is making things very difficult for me. But you're my favorite son, so I won't do anything to you."
