The Mother Who Sets Up Her Own Son

Aunt Wu immediately brought over a bowl of ginger tea. Yan Qingsi cupped it and drank slowly. A few sips later she could feel her stomach warmed up almost instantaneously. Gradually, her body began heating up too.

Yue Tingfeng went downstairs. Upon seeing an absence of his share, he asked, "Ma, what about me?"

Mrs. Yue asked, "What about you?"

Yue Tingfeng pointed at Yan Qingsi's ginger tea. "Where's my share?"

Mrs. Yue simply blinked. "Ginger tea… is usually given to women to get rid of the cold. You want it too?"

Yue Tingfeng felt like vomiting blood at that instant. "Ma, am I… am I not your son?"

He and Yan Qingsi were both drenched by rainwater but Yan Qingsi had his jacket on her. He was more drenched compared to Yan Qingsi but his mother did not prepare anything for him.

Mrs. Yue sighed. "I wish that you weren't but the reality is harsh sometimes."