Chapter 17

My parents' eyes flickered, clearly having taken in my words.

"Wanqing, what are you going to do with this child?"

Chen Wanqing was holding the child.

"The child is my only memory of Wang Jian, I want to raise him well."

"And Mom, Dad, don't you both like grandchildren? Let's raise him together!"

But my parents weren't that easy to fool; they preferred a grandchild with the surname "Chen," not Wang.

With Wang Jian in prison, the Wang Family's only heir was Wang Dingtian.

My dad said firmly, "We don't want this child. If you want to raise him, we won't give a penny."

Chen Wanqing hadn't expected her parents to be so resolute, glaring at the three of us angrily.

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll leave. Just don't come begging for me in the future!"

Saying this, Chen Wanqing left.

I looked at my parents, comforting them.

"Mom, Dad, even if my sister isn't here, you still have me. I'll take good care of you and won't let you down."