"Impossible! Why should my child be raised by someone else?"
Seeing that Chen Bin couldn't understand her good intentions, Zhao Xinmei was slightly angry.
"Xiao Bin, can you be a little more mature? We're mother and son, even if the child is yours, he can only call you brother, not father."
Slamming the bowl on the table, Chen Bin roared.
"Zhao Xinmei, do you really see me as your son? You're my godmother, we have no blood relation, why won't you marry me?"
Sighing slightly, Zhao Xinmei looked desolate.
"You're still young, but I'm already thirty. In a few years, when I'm old and faded..."
"I don't care. The only person I want to marry in this life is you!"
"But I care! There are so many good girls out there, I'm just a widow, totally not worthy of you."
Saying this, Zhao Xinmei actually started to sob.
Instantly, Chen Bin panicked.
Quickly coming to Zhao Xinmei's side to softly comfort her, "Mom, let's talk about this later, don't cry, I apologize to you..."
