Yu Jingchen glanced over apathetically, showing no intention of moving.
Wen Rufeng simply handed him the bird's nest soup. "You're making Mom feel really bad like this. Cheer up."
Yu Jingchen took it and drank it down in one gulp, then handed the bowl back.
Wen Rufeng quickly took it. "We didn't handle this well. We shouldn't have spoken so recklessly. If she hadn't overheard us, she wouldn't have been this angry."
"It's fine. She'd have found out sooner or later." Yu Jingchen finally forgave them.
Wen Rufeng was so moved that her eyes became wet, and she grasped her eldest son's hand. "I knew you wouldn't truly blame Mom. I knew you could forgive me."
"No matter how much I blame you, you're still my mom. What else can I do?" Yu Jingchen said helplessly.
"Haha... My son is the best." Wen Rufeng continued to sweet-talk her son. "You've always cared for Mom since you were small, always understanding towards her."
