"Yi Ming, I'm reassured to hear you say that!" Jing Tong wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, speaking with grace and composure, "Rest assured, I'll treat Xin Wu as my own daughter. After we get married, we won't have children, we only need Xin Wu."
Fu Yiming's eyes brimmed with emotion, "Then you don't want to give birth to a child, to have someone to rely on in the future?"
"I'll be fine," Jing Tong said, and then broke into tears again, "Xin Wu is my child, I won't give birth again." In reality, her body had been ruined long ago; how could she possibly give birth to a child?
She said this simply to deceive Fu Yiming.
Hmph! She never thought that after so many years, he could still be so easily fooled.
As Jing Tong harbored these thoughts, her demeanor became even more affectionate and pitiful. Although her face was no longer young and vibrant, her still charming features glowed with recent nourishment.
