"Impossible! Why should my child be raised by someone else?"
Seeing that Chen Bin couldn't understand her painstaking efforts, Zhao Xinmei felt a faint anger rising within her.
"Xiao Bin, can you grow up a bit? We're mother and son. Even if this child is biologically yours, he can only call you his big brother, not father."
Slam! Chen Bin suddenly threw his bowl against the table and roared.
"Zhao Xinmei, do you really think of me as your son? You're my godmother; there's no blood relation between us. Why won't you marry me?"
Zhao Xinmei let out a soft sigh, her face filled with desolation.
"You're still young, but I'm already thirty years old. A few more years and I'll be old and unattractive..."
"I don't care! You're the only person I want to marry in this lifetime!"
"But I care! There are so many good women out there. I'm a widow—how could I possibly deserve you?"
As she spoke, tears began to well up in Zhao Xinmei's eyes.
In that instant, Chen Bin panicked.
