"Haha..." Aunt Rong chuckled, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes laced with amusement. "Already jealous, huh? That's a bit early for jealousy... I don't think there's any need to get jealous so soon; otherwise, won't you end up drowning in jealousy later on?"
Shen Hanqian scrunched her nose again. "That's not it. Right now, his affection should belong to me, his mom. When he grows up and wants to find a girlfriend, I'll naturally understand, and I won't feel jealous of his girlfriend then!"
She wasn't that naive. A woman in her forties or fifties competing with young girls? No way.
But now it was different. During his growth, what he needed most was the maternal role. Even though she wasn't his biological mother, as his stepmother, she loved him wholeheartedly, and he'd said he liked her best. So there was absolutely no room for him to shift his affections!
"Haha, look at you. You young folks these days are just like kids!" Aunt Rong laughed and teased her.
