Zhao Mengjin raised an eyebrow: "Is there a problem?"

"Of course there is. Does my son know about this? If he does know and did it knowingly, it’s another matter. If not, you’re deceiving and hurting him."

"Do you genuinely care about him now? He’s not your biological son. Don’t forget, when you found out that your biological son wasn’t dead, you stopped considering him your son, right in front of him."

Zhao Mengjin clearly remembered that scene from three years ago, and the direct consequences it brought. In fact, she still couldn’t understand Ou Yanan’s actions to this day. If it were her, she would have thrown this woman into the river to fend for herself.

Ou Chunhua raised her head, her sharp gaze sweeping across the other’s expression: "That’s why I say you don’t understand him or that man. Don’t think you know so much. You’re far from it."

Zhao Mengjin wouldn’t be provoked by her words, smiling as she said, "Did you come here just to say these things to me, to boost your presence? After all, you’re not Mrs. Ou anymore, just an old woman who doesn’t even know if she can still continue to bear the surname Ou. No husband, no son."

Such sharp words equated to stripping her with no reserve; as expected, Ou Chunhua’s face turned a bit unsightly, and she said, "You’re more vicious than Gu Nuan. What kind of person taught you? Was it your mother? I heard your mother is no longer around."

"You have no right to mention my family, I’m telling you!"

Ou Chunhua let out a mocking laugh: "Do I have the right to speak of others, my mouth’s on me, you can’t control it. Besides, aren’t you talking about me? An evil girl with no sympathy! Just like Gu Nuan. Even if your mother didn’t teach you, it’s obvious Gu Nuan did!"

"The issue is, your son’s heart, it’s all with my aunt."

Ou Chunhua’s breathing quickened slightly through her nose and mouth, saying, "You’re not allowed to say that. One is my biological son, no matter what he’s closer to his real mom. And one is a child I’ve raised since young, has never abandoned me until now. Their hearts are with us, not with that dead girl."

"No matter how you try to argue to convince yourself, the facts are right in front of you."

Ou Chunhua jumped up, her eyes shooting venomously at the other’s face: "Are you looking for death?"

Zhao Mengjin curled her lips: "I never think about how long I can live."

Facing her words, Ou Chunhua appeared slightly surprised: "What did you say?"

No one could understand her loneliness, so lonely that it’s like a rope wrapping her breathing every night. Once, she tried tying her wrists with a rope at night, fearing the day she’d go mad, pick up a knife, and like that day with him, stab herself in the heart.

Now recalling that day, she’s very clear in her heart, she always wanted to do it. Never considered whether he’d save her. Just thought, at least he might be the one in the world who understood her. The truth was as she imagined, how similar his expression was that day to hers when she went wild.

Ou Chunhua’s gaze roamed over her silent face, her eyes squinting slightly: "You like Professor Tang, don’t you?"

Zhao Mengjin glanced at her.

"I know, that day I passed Professor Tang’s office and heard you two arguing. If it weren’t for your grandmother lying in there, I would have gone in to see. But even though your grandmother was lying there motionless, who knows if she’d notice if I walked in." When Ou Chunhua said this, it showed that in her heart, regarding people like Madam Zhao, even though Madam Zhao was ill like this, she was still apprehensive of her.