Qin Mei was dumbfounded. Jie Jingchen stood up and quickly helped Fang Xiaoping to his feet. "Brother Youcai, what are you doing?"
"Jing Si, stay out of this. Fourth Wife of Jing, you're Xiao Ping's savior. From this day forward, Xiao Ping is as good as a son to you. He'll honor you and take care of you in your old age." Fang Youcai was a straightforward man.
Qin Mei's composure crumbled. 'Half a son, honoring me, taking care of me in my old age...' Fang Xiaoping was eight years old, and she was eighteen. 'An eight-year-old son...' The very thought made her feel like her world was collapsing.
"Brother Youcai, that's really not necessary," Qin Mei said, rising to stop him.
"It is necessary. You're Xiao Ping's savior," Fang Youcai said, his tone unyielding.
"Brother Youcai, you're exaggerating." Qin Mei looked to the heavens in exasperation. 'Savior? If anyone's savior I am, it's Fang Kexin and the baby in her womb, not Fang Xiaoping.'
