In his eyes, a man like An Youcai was nothing short of human scum.
Thinking of how kind a woman his aunt had been, yet she was deceived by such a man, left pregnant and alone in that kind of remote, impoverished backwater, until she became consumed with grief, fell ill and died in childbirth.
Now that Mu Wanxin was carrying his child, he could all the more deeply feel the joy of becoming a father for the first time and the hardship of his wife's pregnancy; he simply could not imagine what kind of person could abandon his wife while she was pregnant.
If not for his aunt's accidental death, his grandmother wouldn't have died so early, stricken with grief and despair.
And then there was An Ran; he still remembered the first time he met her, that thin, frail figure of hers, the cautiousness hidden in those clear eyes, and how she'd been made things difficult for by Grandpa Lin because of her relationship with Mu Xingfeng.
