The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

The young man gently shook his head, his slightly red eyes brimming with shimmering tears, his lips stubbornly pursed in a display of defiance amidst his vulnerability.

Yan Su had never felt this way before, her heart felt as if someone had roughly crinkled it, then tenderly smoothed it out again, the swelling pain almost unbearable.

She took a deep breath and, from her vantage point above, addressed the man on the ground, "Say what you said that night again."

Han Zibin snapped out of his daze after two seconds.

He slowly stood up, using the wall for support, the corridor light casting his features into a more delicate relief, exuding a determined piety.

"Second Miss, could you please not go on any more blind dates?"

"I like you, I have for a long time."

Unlike the previous chaos and shock, this time, Yan Su clearly heard the sound of her own heartbeat.

Thump, thump.

"I’m ten years older than you, I’m already thirty-eight."