"How is it not related? She’s my daughter."

"How can you prove that? Just because you look somewhat alike? There are plenty of people who resemble each other; does that mean they’re all your daughters?"

Upon hearing Pei Huai’s words, Chen Meirong found herself at a loss for words.

After stammering for a while, Chen Meirong finally regained her voice.

"Don’t go off on a tangent with me. I say she’s my daughter, and she is my daughter. Have you ever heard the saying, ’There’s no overnight feud between mothers and daughters’? Even if she’s still upset with me for what happened back then, people have a natural bond. She’s now a mother herself, so she’ll definitely be able to understand my heart and sympathize with how difficult these years have been. We’ll be fine eventually, and how can you be sure she won’t blame you for stopping me now?"

Pei Huai chuckled softly. The look he gave Chen Meirong grew meaningfully.

"Precisely because she, like you, is a mother, she’s even less likely to forgive you."

After saying this, Pei Huai turned around without hesitation, ready to leave.

In the past, the only reason he ever thought Jiang Ran should try to associate with the Jiang Family was because of Jiang Zhi.

But now, that thought has completely vanished.

The people of the Jiang Family each have their own issues, and each one is worse than the last.

Jiang Zhi is simply the one who suffers the least.

But that’s not enough for Jiang Ran to return to the Jiang Family to deal with these troublesome people for his sake.

At this moment, Pei Huai felt only grateful.

He was grateful that Jiang Ran was a person with strong opinions, who would not change her mind because of others’ actions or words.

Otherwise, life for Jiang Ran now would be unbearably difficult.

Pei Huai walked quickly, and when he reached a less crowded place, he started to run.

After running for a while, he finally caught up with Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran was still carrying Pei Jing and hadn’t put him down to walk on his own.

Pei Huai glanced over. Though he was a bit concerned that Jiang Ran might be tired, he still didn’t offer to take over and carry Pei Jing for a while.

For he understood that at this moment, Jiang Ran needed to hold Pei Jing for her own sense of security.

Pei Jing was evidently frightened, as he was only slightly over four years old.

A child this age, suddenly experiencing something like this, would understandably be scared.

The usually smiling little face showed little expression now.

The redness around his eyes was more pronounced against his pale face.

His eyes, washed by tears, were exceptionally bright.

As soon as Pei Huai got close, Pei Jing looked over and softly called out, "Daddy."

Pei Huai reached out and patted Pei Jing’s head.

"Little Jing, don’t be afraid, it’s okay now."

Pei Jing nodded, "I’m not afraid."

Even as he said this, his little hands tightened their grip around Jiang Ran’s neck.

It wasn’t until their family of three was almost at their doorstep that Pei Jing finally loosened his grip on Jiang Ran’s neck.

Perhaps because he felt safer at home, Pei Jing’s mind became active again and he asked a question.

"Mom, was that really Grandma earlier?"

Jiang Ran looked at Pei Jing, "If we’re talking about blood relations, yes. But from my perspective, she’s not. Little Jing, do you want a grandma?"

Pei Jing stared at Jiang Ran intently, "If Mom doesn’t want one, then I don’t want one either."