Rong Ju looked into Lin Bei's eyes. "I can't watch my daughter be driven to despair. She simply can't accept me remarrying. Lin Bei, I'm a mother."
"But before you were a mother, you were your own person," Lin Bei said. "Ask yourself honestly, if it weren't for Shi Rou, would you be willing to marry me?"
Rong Ju pressed her lips together. Initially, she had been displeased with him due to his forwardness.
But ever since learning the truth, she hadn't felt any aversion toward him.
On the contrary, when she learned that Lin Bei had remained unmarried for her sake and had even rejected offers from young noblewomen after his promotion, it would have been a lie to say she wasn't moved.
Besides, for the past six years, she had never forgotten what happened during those two months at the Shi family's private villa.
Lin Bei answered for her. "You do like me. You want to marry me."
"But Rou'er..." Rong Ju said. "I can't be that selfish."
