The stepmother's character was beyond reproach. For years, it was basically the stepmother who'd taught him and his younger siblings. He believed the younger ones, like little poplars, were growing up upright and decent—they wouldn't suddenly become thankless ingrates one day.
Of course, he included himself in that, too.
After all, by the time the stepmother joined their family, he'd long since formed memories, and knew full well whether she was truly sincere or just pretending with them siblings.
As his thoughts wandered here, Min Rui couldn't help remembering his birth mother. He could no longer recall what she looked like, but hadn't forgotten the suffering she'd once put him through.
Speaking of which, it must be mentioned that neither Min Rui nor the twins knew their birth mother was still alive—nor that she was both mentally unstable and obsessed with love, nor that she'd boarded a flight returning home, hiding it from everyone.
