Ling Ruonan had always thought that Luo Ziling hated her and wouldn't forgive her easily.

In fact, she was also afraid to meet him. She worried that upon seeing each other, Luo Ziling would ignore her, turn around and leave, or lash out at her in anger, reproaching her for being an incompetent mother and making him suffer for so many years. If that were to happen, she wouldn't be able to bear the pain.

Now she knew that he didn't hate her, and that she had always been his pride.

Knowing this, how could she control her emotions?

Over the past years, she had been very strong. Even those as close to her as Wuyue had never seen her weak or crying. In everyone's eyes, she was a powerful woman, an iron lady—decisive and efficient in her actions. Many people were afraid of her.

But Luo Ziling was the softest spot in her heart, and the mere touch of it would bring her to tears.

Previously, she never spoke to others about matters related to Luo Ziling. Only when she was alone would she let herself think about the moments related to her son, daring to look at his photos. Hiding alone, she would remember how Luo Ziling had been forcefully taken from her side as a baby.

A three-month-old baby, taken away from her side while he was sound asleep. She had cried her heart out then, a sorrow she would never forget in her lifetime.

After crying in her mother's arms, she declared fiercely in front of everyone that if anyone dared to harm Luo Ziling, she would fight them with her life.

For the sake of that grown man and this little boy, she was willing to make compromises, but on the condition that their lives had to be assured of safety.

Almost twenty years of patience and hardships had finally led to Luo Ziling's healthy growth and his return to Yanjing.

She couldn't tell how much effort it had taken to allow Luo Ziling to come back and study.

But she was worried again—worried that Luo Ziling would resent her and not be willing to meet her.

She had already decided that she was willing to give anything in exchange for Luo Ziling's forgiveness, for his love.

Now that she knew Luo Ziling didn't hate her and was even longing to see her, she was even more willing to give everything for him.

Today, she felt her son's longing for her and his yearning for maternal love very keenly.

No matter how strong she was, she couldn't control her emotions, so much so that she broke down and wept bitterly in front of her assistant on several occasions.

She longed to meet Luo Ziling as soon as possible.

But she also knew that now was not the time for mother and son to meet.

If she wanted to see Luo Ziling now, of course, she could, but it would displease many people, especially the Yang Family.

The Yang Family still didn't know that Luo Ziling had returned to Yanjing, and many in the Ling Family were also unaware.

If she went to see him, these people would find out immediately.

Not only could the Yang Family not tolerate Luo Ziling's return to Yanjing, but many in her own family also held this attitude.

The events of the past were still harbored by many who had not forgiven her, unwilling to accept her child, let alone the child's father.

If the situation became too tumultuous, Luo Ziling's life would definitely be difficult, and he might not even be able to settle down in Yanjing.

Therefore, she dared not and could not go to see Luo Ziling. She hoped he would understand and not resent her because of this.

But she was unable to explain this, so she felt conflicted and couldn't help crying.

Seeing her young mistress so emotionally uncontrolled, Wuyue, standing beside her, also felt a heavy heart and the urge to cry.

"Why have you stopped talking?" Another message from Luo Ziling came.

Upon seeing the message from Luo Ziling, Wuyue took the liberty to reply, "Your mom is really beautiful, no one is more beautiful than her."

"Of course! Back in the day, she was the most beautiful woman in Yanjing," replied Luo Ziling with several proud emojis, indicating the pride in his heart.

In truth, he didn't know why today he was discussing these things with a stranger.

He just felt an oppressive stifling in his heart, and he really wanted to talk to someone.

When he was chatting with "Fangfei Jin" earlier, he had the urge to pour out his feelings, but since the other party wasn't interested in talking, he had no choice but to drop it.

"Your mom is so beautiful, so you must be very handsome too, right?" Wuyue helped Ling Ruonan with a reply.

"Am I handsome?" Luo Ziling's message came with a shy emoji.

"Hmm, if the photo you sent is of yourself, then you are quite handsome. If your school held a vote for the most handsome guy, you'd definitely be selected."

"Hearing you say that, I feel really happy. Hehe, having talked with you for so long, I feel much better."

When Luo Ziling sent this message, Ling Ruonan had already stopped crying and took the phone from Wuyue's hand.

After seeing the last few messages from Luo Ziling, she used a tissue to wipe away her tears and replied, "I hope you can always keep your spirits up, and you can tell me anything, whether you're happy or unhappy. I'm willing to be your close friend."

"Thank you! Today I heard something about my mom that made me feel terrible, and it's infuriating that she's unwilling to tell me more. I was almost mad with anger. Fortunately, you talked with me and made me feel a lot better," Luo Ziling thanked her and then immediately sent another message: "I've got something to do now, let's chat when we're both free!"

"Get some rest early, good night!"

Luo Ziling didn't send any more messages, but Ling Ruonan still stared at the phone screen.

She went over the previous messages again, wiping her eyes as she read.

Wuyue stood by, not saying a word. She knew her mistress was in a bad mood and didn't know what to say to comfort her.

Although she had never been married or even been in a relationship, she could understand the emotional turmoil of her mistress and empathize with it.

Which mother wouldn't feel heartache after not seeing her son for three months, only for the separation to last twenty years?

But she didn't know how to comfort Ling Ruonan.

A moment later, Wuyue's phone rang, and she quickly walked to another room to answer it.

After the call, she hurried back.

"Miss, the meeting time with Mr. Thomson is approaching. The embassy staff are asking when we will go over," Wuyue whispered into Ling Ruonan's ear: "We have twenty-five minutes left."

It is now 9:05 PM Yanjing time, and they are in Paris, the capital of the French Republic.

The time difference between Paris during daylight saving time and Yanjing is six hours.

At 3:30 PM local time, Ling Ruonan, who was visiting Europe, was scheduled to discuss cooperation matters with Thomson, the CEO of Elf Aquitaine Company in the French Republic.

This meeting, hosted by the Huaxia ambassador in Paris, was very important.

After hearing Wuyue's words, Ling Ruonan instantly snapped out of her sorrow, rose abruptly, and transitioned from the mournful mother back into the persona of a powerful businesswoman. "I'll wash my face and come right away."

"Yes!" Wuyue agreed and went to gather the documents prepared for the meeting.

On her way to the restroom, Ling Ruonan gave another instruction: "Tomorrow, come shopping with me to buy some gifts for him. After we return home, you'll deliver them personally."

"Yes, Miss!"

"When you go see him, I'll be there too," Ling Ruonan said, her expression becoming very determined: "They still won't allow us to see each other, but they can't stop me from looking at him from afar, can they?"

Wuyue felt heavy-hearted once again and didn't know what to say.

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