"Zhenghang, my son. It's been 29 years. I've waited 29 years to finally hear you call me 'mum'. It was worth it, it was all worth it!" Jiang Changdai gently touched Lu Zhenghang's face.
Yan Zhiqing's lips pressed so tightly together that her chin began to tremble. She was afraid that she would rush into the room and shout at them both if she did not force herself to relax.
Yan Beicheng had never referred to Jiang Changdai as 'mum' for as long as Yan Zhiqing could remember. Nevertheless, Jiang Changdai always kept a blasé attitude toward the matter. She never seemed to care if he called her 'mum'. Whenever Jiang Changdai argued with Yan Beicheng, she would say the same thing, "You've never treated me as your mother and have no respect for me. I'd rather never have given birth to you. My life would be better than it is now, since you constantly act as if I owe you something!"
