"What, you want to send your mother to the Western Country?" Feng Muyun looked at the icy and cold son in front of him in disbelief, as if looking at a stranger he didn't know at all, his eyes were full of shock: "You know I do not know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know." Feng Shaojin's eyes were cold, and he looked at Feng Muyun chillingly: "It's because I have been ruthless over and over again that led to the current consequences.

If I had sent her to Western Country earlier, what happened later would not have happened. "

Feng Shaojin paused, "Also, my mother has passed away for almost twenty years, she is not my mother, she is just the wife of the Feng family, that's all.

If it is really my mother, it is impossible to ignore my feelings and act recklessly. "

Mrs. Feng rushed down the stairs with disheveled hair, she didn't even put her makeup on, her face was plain white, compared with her peers, although it was well maintained, the fine lines around her eyes were clearly visible.

Time is not forgiving, and one is old after all.

Time has not favored the current Mrs. Feng Gu Jingyu, it's just that the woman who died young died when she was the most youthful and beautiful, and will live forever in Feng Muyun's mind.

The dead are dead, and the living are in pain.

Madam Feng's eyes were red and swollen from crying, "I didn't, Shaojin, I really wanted to kill her before, but after she left, you became so sad, and I know how much she holds in your heart.

I just wanted to drive her away, I never thought about killing her afterward.

You are the pillar of our Feng family, so we cannot live without descendants. "

Feng Shaojin quietly looked at Madam Feng crying bitterly, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes, "I said long ago that my child can only be born by Ling Wei.

Since she can't conceive, that's fine, I can adopt Yichen's child. "

"Your father-in-law is worried day and night, and I'm also thinking of him. As long as I have a child, I plan not to interfere with you in the future..." Mrs. Feng looked at Feng Muyun affectionately: "You believe that Me, I really didn't want to burn Mo Lingwei to death, I just wanted her to leave.

I thought that as long as she left with Chu Yunyao this time, you would be completely disappointed, disheartened by her, and consummated with Jingshu..."

Feng Muyun: "..."

Feng Muyun turned her face away, not even wanting to look at Mrs. Feng again.

Madam Feng cried more and more sadly.

Listening to Madam Feng's cry, Feng Shaojin felt restless besides being irritable, "Madam, where did you get the confidence to think that as long as Ling Wei leaves me, I will consummate the marriage with He Jingshu?

My mother has been dead for so long, more than 20 years, and my father still doesn't like you..."

Mrs. Feng: "..."

Madam Feng stopped crying suddenly, and looked at Feng Shaojin with red eyes.

Every word Feng Shaojin uttered turned into sharp knives, piercing Mrs. Feng's heart: "The Feng family is a powerful family after all, and such a family always expects more children and more blessings.

Are you unable to give birth, or do you not want to give birth?

Otherwise, how could it be possible to not even have a biological child of her own?

In the final analysis, isn't it because the commander-in-chief doesn't want you to carry on the family line for him at all?

So, how can you be sure that I will not live for only one woman in this life like my father? "

It was as if Mrs. Feng had been hit on the head with a sap, and the wound carefully hidden in her heart was bluntly peeled off, and the blood was presented in front of her.

Although she didn't admit it, what Feng Shaojin said was a fact that she had deliberately ignored for a long time.

If it weren't for her having a face exactly like her younger sister's, it would be impossible for Feng Muyun to marry her as a sequel...