Old Master Jiang moved his lips but didn’t agree. Lin Yiniang stepped back: “You’ve never had a child, and you’re not even married. How can you raise a child?”
Shen Yuqing stood stunned for a moment, then pulled Ji Chen over: “I’ll marry her. We’ll raise him together.”
Ji Chen, with teary eyes, though feeling somewhat unfair to her, nodded: “Though Tong’er and I were born in the same year, month, and day, we cannot die together. Now that she is like this, I and Brother Yuqing will definitely take care of you two elders and the young master in her place. We just hope you’ll give us this chance.”
Gu Qingtong’s eyelids grew heavier, but she still heard their words. She raised her hand weakly: “Master, Yiniang, please agree to them.”
Old Master Jiang and Lin Yiniang nodded helplessly. As Gu Qingtong’s hand fell, the room erupted in tears, and the child seemed to sense his mother’s departure, letting out a loud cry.
Do you know that I gave birth to a child for you, and then died myself!
“You gave birth to a child for me?” For Jiang Shangheng, the events of the previous life were already quite distant, but the person before him was vivid, and the scenes from the previous life were still clear in his mind. But a child – they actually had a child.
“Yes, but unfortunately he now has neither father nor mother!” Gu Qingtong pounded his shoulder, seething with anger.
“My parents must have come looking for you.”
“He will only have his grandfather and grandmother to love him now…” Gu Qingtong thought of the child she had only seen once and burst into tears, with all the past suffering and grievances now erupting.
“Qingqing, having a child to show filial piety to our parents puts my mind at ease. Most importantly, we are together again.”
“You bastard, why didn’t you come find me earlier? If you had come earlier, I wouldn’t have crossed over, and I wouldn’t have suffered so much.”
Jiang Shangheng knew her pain and could only gently comfort her: “Okay, I’m a rogue, but you just woke up and need a body check. Stop crying, okay?”
