"She is my daughter with Zhen Su. What's wrong with that? Is it wrong for my, Shi Qiuhe's, own flesh and blood to stay in the Shi family?!"
Hearing the voice, Zhen Su quickly turned to look.
Then, her beautiful, limpid eyes welled up with tears. She stumbled as she ran toward Shi Qiuhe.
"...Qiuhe."
With Xu Shengxia supporting her, Zhen Su threw herself into Shi Qiuhe's arms like a delicate young woman.
Her sense of being wronged and her dependence on him were things a man could clearly perceive without a single word.
'If I hadn't lost my memory and was still the emotional manipulator I used to be, I wouldn't have been able to resist commenting on Zhen Su's current performance.'
'This woman might not know how to handle her son, but she's an absolute master at handling her husband.'
'A middle-aged man like Shi Qiuhe would find it nearly impossible to resist a woman like Zhen Su—gentle as water and completely dependent on him.'
