Wen Bilan's heart skipped a beat. She had underestimated Lan Ruikang's love for the child as well as his suspicion of her.
She tried to control her expression and kept her gentle demeanor: "Ruikang, you have misunderstood me too much. I indeed don't like your mistress, but the child is innocent. I wouldn't take out my anger on him."
"Besides, you see the child all the time, so you know whether I'm a good caregiver. With your supervision, I can't possibly mistreat him!"
"You have always wanted a son, but I couldn't give you one, which is something I have always felt guilty about."
"Now that you have a son, the heavy stone in my heart has been lifted. I swear I will treat the child well."
Lan Ruikang's smile faded, his face filled with mockery: "When I was young, I was deceived by your seemingly gentle and refined demeanor!"
"Ruikang, you—"
