The Big Shot is Also Crazy About Me Today Chapter 137 Devotion Over the Years, Affection So Deep (3)

Song Yansheng was their only son, the crystallization and continuation of their love and marriage, and naturally, the couple cherished him dearly.

As a result, their discipline was also very strict.

Song Yansheng was generally obedient and filial from a young age, but he was cleverly resourceful with many ideas.

At the age of ten, he changed the na given to him by his grandfather: Song Yu.

He chose his own na: Song Yansheng.

The old man was still alive at the ti and did not stop him; instead, he was very pleased.

He said that life springs eternal, thus "Yansheng" is a good na.

Afterward, with the old man’s consent, the son’s na was officially changed to Song Yansheng.

The character "Yu" was kept for formal occasions.

The old man passed away two years later, and the person he couldn’t let go of the most was this grandson, Song Yansheng.

Yu Yao rembered that at the ti, the old man left Song Yansheng in the room for ten minutes; no one knew what grandfather and grandson talked about.

Later, when they went in, in less than five minutes, the old man passed away.

The Song Family encountered a change in the year their son turned fourteen; the husband suddenly had an accident and beca a vegetable, and the Song Group fell into disarray. She, as a woman, didn’t understand business at all.

But her fourteen-year-old son, Song Yansheng, ca to her room one night to find her, saying, "Mom, I can replace Dad, even though I don’t know how yet, I can learn!"

Yu Yao felt comforted yet also saddened at that mont as she told her son, "Now is not the ti to strive, because you are not strong enough yet!"

The fourteen-year-old boy’s eyes flashed with discontent, but he finally nodded and said, "Okay, I understand, Mom!"

They just didn’t expect that so many things would happen later...

Leaving their mother and son repeatedly trapped in despair.

As for Nuannuan, the first ti Yu Yao heard her son ntion her was when he was thirteen years old.

At that ti, the corners of his naive mouth held a smile, his eyes gentle and shimring.

He said, "Her na is Nuannuan, she’s Grandpa Xu’s granddaughter, a tiny little thing, especially pretty, like a doll. I was in the living room with Dad, accompanying Grandpa Xu for tea, and she ran over and grabbed my hand, telling there were lots of butterflies in the courtyard outside and asked to help her catch them... Mom, you don’t know how adorable she is..."

Yu Yao often thought that her son, who rarely revealed his thoughts to her, suddenly shared these things after returning ho that day, must have been because that tenderness was so overflowing that he wanted to share it.

But that was many years ago after all, when they were all so young, and by now, even Shi Nuan no longer rembered her son.

In the backyard’s Buddhist hall, Yu Yao asked her son to apologize at that ti.

On one hand, it was indeed because of Aunt Tong’s matter, which made her long-endured emotions have a point of eruption.

On the other hand, she felt her son was indeed wrong and needed to apologize to their ancestors!

But in front of all the Song Family ancestors, her son expressed his determination towards Shi Nuan.

That speech was ant for the Song Family ancestors, but it was also ant for her as a mother to hear.

It was at that mont that Yu Yao realized that, in fact, her son knew everything.

He knew she kept those pigeons to give Chu Jingyun a glimr of hope.

He knew she intentionally had the servants make pigeon soup for the two of them to vent her dissatisfaction with his willful marriage to Shi Nuan...

Reflecting on everything now, Yu Yao only felt deep regret.

How much her son had carried in his heart over the years, she deeply and thoroughly understood.

Because he carried so much, the remaining tenderness in his heart was increasingly compressed...

And for the one he had enfolded in his tenderness, how could he not pour out his love?

Ultimately, it was her misunderstanding, her mistake...