However, even greater torment was yet to come. That night, a p*ss-drunk Xi Cheng finally came home to reason with his mother, bolstered by alcohol-induced courage.
Han Yuan used a remote control to open the curtains of Lin Yu's locked room, allowing Lin Yu to witness the entire coming conversation between her and her son.
Xi Cheng kneeled before Han Yuan with a thud, his expression gloomy and depressed. "Mom…" he called out.
Han Yuan looked at her son placidly, her emotions as calm as a lake. Her heart had already been broken by him during the time she was under Lin Yu's control. She'd long accepted her son's incompetence.
Han Yuan didn't speak. Xi Cheng lifted his head to look at her. "Mom, I was wrong. Can you forgive me?"
Han Yuan softly sighed, "Son, I'm your mother. What's there to forgive? If you blundered, it means that my mistake is more serious than yours because I gave birth to you!"
