Chiang Qing saw the perfunctory expression on Shen Rong's face, and her heart sank deeply, though she showed no sign of it on her face. She just leaned closer, pursing her lips slightly from an angle he couldn't see.
She's no fool, she knew the old man wasn't keen on her having children. Why? In wealthy families, isn't having more children a good thing? She would give birth to a son.
Shen Rong's hand fell on her head, gently stroking it, and Chiang Qing felt like a pet dog, her mood worsening.
"I know what you're afraid of, but there's no need to fear, I'm here. You hate, you resent your half-brother, if you're not satisfied, I can help you get rid of him," Shen Rong said indifferently.
Chiang Qing remained expressionless; what is Jiang Dafang worth? Even if he wakes up now, so what? He's just a pawn, unable to shake anything.
