Jiang Qinglian's words seemed choked in her throat, and her eyes glistened.
She hissed, "But the unfilial one is her son. When the old madam was around, she refused to allow his illegitimate children to enter the family. But once the old madam had passed on, he brought them in. If he didn't insist on doing that, why would Runan make such a mistake?"
The more she thought of it, the more she hated Yan Weiye. She really couldn't wait to kill him with her bare hands.
Thinking back, she had been his wife and able assistant for decades. She had contributed so much to the family, and what did she get?
The son he had with another woman was over twenty years old, and he even had a daughter. A boy and a girl, how ideal was that?
She had endured and given in but she had harmed her own son as a result.
It would mean that all her kindness, generosity, and compassion were all in vain.
