Hearing Chiang Qing wanted a child, Shen Rong's heart softened a bit; no man dislikes hearing someone say they want to have a child for you, he's a simple man, and this is no exception.
Especially since the other party is so many years younger than him, practically young enough to be his granddaughter.
His ego and vanity were instantly satisfied, and Shen Rong's gaze became softer. Could Chiang Qing's desire mean that she is wholeheartedly devoted to him?
One must admit, men are sometimes easy to appease, particularly those nearing their seventies; a casual remark can bring him great joy and make him lose all sense.
Shen Rong was exactly like this. He wasn't entirely foolish, but Chiang Qing's words indeed pleased him, causing him momentarily to lose judgment when faced with the crying woman.
But a child…
Shen Rong's eyes glanced around the soup bowl again; Chiang Qing had once had that illness, could it be passed on to the next generation?
