Old Madam's heart ached as she looked at her daughter.
"Yuying! It happened so many years ago, please forget about it. Why should you continue to long for a swindler? Our Qiao family's daughter can have any man she wants. Why must you set your heart on that bastard?"
Qiao Yuying was devastated. Her grief had not lessened even after so many years.
"Mother, it's my child whom I grieve for the most. My child! Whom I bore for nine months before I gave birth to her. Do you know how much I looked forward to her birth?"
Qiao Yuying's eyes reddened and grew moist. "I already did my best to protect her, so why did I end up losing her in the end? I can accept the fact that Gu Yunshen deceived me, but why wouldn't he give me the child?"
A strange look flashed across Old Madam Qiao's face. Up until now, her daughter had assumed that she had not managed to keep the child. She and her husband had always kept the truth from her.