Indeed, that unfilial son Yue Chushui was born to be my nemesis!
"Yue Chong, for the sake of that woman Luo Mianyi, you have already alienated so many people. Do you really want to deny your own son as well?"
Old Madam Yue looked at him, asking in deep sorrow and earnest pain.
"Or perhaps, you want Chushui to deny you as his father? It's true, now it seems just so. Chushui doesn't see you as his father at all, as if you don't exist.
You, do you not fear that in the dead of night, when dreams return with a hundred twists, the spirit of Qiu Yi will come seeking you out to settle scores?"
"I..."
Upon hearing the name Qiu Yi, Yue Chong felt a pang of guilt.
But after all, Luo Qiuyi had been dead for so many years, and he had his wife Luo Mianyi by his side; the feeling of guilt was fleeting and soon vanished.
"What scores could she possibly have to settle with me? Having given birth to such an unfilial son, does she still have any reason to be right?"
"You—"
