As she spoke, Huo Shufen broke into tears.
Yu Jingrong could not stand by quietly and listen anymore. She stepped out, her thin lips forming a questioning murmur, "Is that true? Was that child father's?"
Hearing her daughter's voice, Huo Shufen looked up, halted her crying, and her gaze was filled with joy, "Jingrong..."
Li Chengyun stretched out his long arm, holding Yu Jingrong's hand while looking at Huo Shufen.
Tears fell again from Huo Shufen's eyes, "I was foolish. Just after we got married, Su Xin was always pestering Jingrong's father. I truly believed it and confronted her father about it. Jingrong's father looked utterly bewildered. He swore to me that there was nothing between him and Su Xin, that they couldn't possibly have a child. It was all a lie, and in my naivety, I ended up ruining your father."
A sharp pain prickled her heart and bitterness filled her mouth. Yu Jingrong sat down beside the bed, reached out and held Huo Shufen, "Mom, I'm sorry, Mom…"
