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"Sigh, to be honest, Si Yi really had it rough," Bai Qiu said as he let go of Song Bu's ear and sighed deeply.
He had watched the child grow up and it was impossible to say that he had no feelings for her. But encouraging his son to pursue her would be unfair to Ye Qingqing and to Yuan Siyi. As a mother, he did not want his son to become a fickle lover.
"Mom! You gotta trust me! I'm not like my dad; sure, he's a scumbag, but I didn't inherit his genes!"
Song Yun hurried to his mother's side, massaging Bai Qiu's shoulders and pounding her back.
"We'll talk about this after Qingqing has had the baby."
"You must not let Qingqing know about these things," Bai Qiu said, "Otherwise, I'll skin you and your father alive!"
"Yes, yes, mom, please go rest. The kitchen fumes can damage your skin."
Bai Qiu nodded and left, continuing to discuss pregnancy precautions with Ye Qingqing.
