Remarried to a top-tier playboy, her reborn ex-husband is filled with regret.

He picked up the porcelain shard by the roadside; its edges were jagged, and it gleamed with a cold, eerie white light.

It pressed down on the Adam's apple and immediately left a shallow bloodstain.

"Let me in to see my mother!"

Yun Shuwen's voice was shrill and trembling, and the vein on his neck bulged out like a twisted earthworm.

"If you don't let me in, I'll die right here at the door!"

The gatekeeper turned pale with fright.

The two servants exchanged a glance, neither daring to step forward.

This is the lady's own son, even though she said she doesn't acknowledge him.

But if someone were to die at the gate of the manor, those of them who were servants would be the first to suffer the consequences.

"Young master, please don't act rashly, please don't act rashly..."

The gatekeeper retreated while giving a signal to someone inside, and someone immediately ran in to report.

A short while later, the butler came out.

The butler glanced at Yun Shuwen kneeling at the door, then at the bloodstain on his neck, and said expressionlessly.

"Come in."

Yun Shuwen was overjoyed, but she didn't dare remove the porcelain shard from her neck. She just held it there and stumbled along with the butler into the flower hall.

Madam Qin was sitting in the flower hall drinking tea.

She heard footsteps, looked up, and saw her good-for-nothing son tumbling and crawling into the room.

He knelt down in front of her with a thud and hugged her legs.

"Mother--"

Yun Shuwen's scream was heart-wrenching, with tears and snot streaming down her face.

"My son knows he was wrong! My son really knows he was wrong!"

Madam Qin paused slightly in her teacup, then casually blew on the tea foam, glancing indifferently at her son kneeling before her, without telling him to get up.

"Oh?"

Her voice was calm.

"Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Yun Shuwen's crying stopped abruptly.

His mouth was open, and snot and tears were still hanging on his face, but it was as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

What did he do wrong?

How does he know where he went wrong?

All he knew was that he wouldn't get paid if he didn't admit his mistake.

But his mother asked such specific questions that he couldn't make something up on the spot.

"...The son shouldn't have made his sister angry."

He stammered.

"I shouldn't have gambled..."

"Anything else?"

"besides?"

Yun Shuwen's eyes darted around, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

"And you shouldn't talk back to your mother..."

Qin put down her teacup.

The sound of the porcelain hitting the table was very soft, yet it felt like a heavy hammer blow to Yun Shuwen's heart.

He was very familiar with this gesture. From childhood to adulthood, when his mother was truly angry, she would never shout or yell. She would simply put down her teacup and turn her head away.

"You can leave now."

Qin's voice was completely calm.

"Our mother-son bond was severed long ago."

Yun Shuwen suddenly raised her head, her face full of disbelief.

"You have never respected me as your mother."

Qin looked at him, her gaze piercing through him, as if she were looking at an old object that should have been thrown away long ago.

"You think I come from a merchant family, that I reek of money, and that having a mother like me is a disgrace to you."

I've always known that.

Yun Shuwen's lips trembled.

"Mother, I didn't—"

"You have."

Qin interrupted him, her tone as indifferent as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.

"You and your father are the same, spending the Qin family's money, yet you despise the Qin family from the bottom of your heart."

Your father was like that until his death, and you are exactly like him.

Qin paused, looked down at Yun Shuwen, and the last trace of warmth in her eyes dissipated.

"I've raised you for over thirty years, I don't owe you anything."

Yun Shuwen knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

He wanted to defend himself, to say that he had never looked down on his mother.

But those words stuck in his throat, even he himself felt they were fake.

Because every word my mother said was true.

He was indeed ashamed of his mother's background from childhood to adulthood.

He least wanted people to mention his maternal grandparents' family.

When his father berated his mother for being "filthy rich," he listened from the side and never uttered a word in rebuttal.

Qin stopped looking at him and waved to the steward.

"Send it out."

Yun Shuwen panicked.

He sprang up from the ground, pulled out the shard of porcelain again, and held it to his neck.

This time, he pressed even deeper, and beads of blood rolled down the edge of the porcelain shard, dripping onto his newly changed long robe.

"Mother!"

Yun Shuwen's voice was shrill and pitiful, and her whole body was trembling like a leaf.

"Are you really trying to drive your son to his death?!"

Qin looked at him quietly.

That gaze was so quiet, so quiet it was unsettling.

There was no panic, no heartache, and no sense of threat.

Only those who see through his bluff can truly understand.

The guards had already surrounded him, but they hesitated to approach because of the porcelain shard in his hand.

The flower hall was so quiet that only Yun Shuwen's heavy breathing could be heard; the air was taut like a string that could snap at any moment.

Madam Qin looked quietly at her son kneeling before her.

A shard of porcelain was pressed against his neck, and beads of blood rolled down his pale skin.

His face was covered in tears and snot, and he trembled like a leaf in the wind.

He kept shouting it over and over.

"Mother, your son knows he was wrong..."

The flower hall was packed with people.

The steward and guards were present, but the maids huddled in a corner, too afraid to utter a sound.

All eyes were on Madam Qin, waiting for her to speak.

Qin looked at him for a long time.

Reason told her that this son was rotten to the core.

Today he can threaten suicide with a piece of porcelain, and tomorrow he can use the same trick to blackmail for even more.

He wasn't repentant; he was just desperate.

But he was born from her ten months of pregnancy.

She remembered when he was just born, a tiny bundle curled up in her arms.

It can't even open its eyes; it just opens its mouth looking for milk.

At that time, Yun Chongshan had not yet revealed his true colors, and she still believed that this marriage could last until old age.

Holding her son, she happily wondered what he would be like when he grew up.

Now he's grown up.

He knelt before her, holding a shard of broken porcelain to his throat, gambling on whether she would soften her heart.

Qin closed her eyes briefly.

When I opened my eyes again, the turbulent emotions in them had been suppressed, and they had returned to a calm lake.

"Put the porcelain shard down."

She said that her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable composure.

Yun Shuwen was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed—his mother had given in!

He knew his mother wouldn't really abandon him!

He quickly threw the porcelain shards to the ground, where they shattered into several pieces on the bluestone slab, the crisp sound of breaking echoing through the flower hall.

"Mother……"

He crawled forward two steps, looked up at her, his eyes shining with the light of relief after surviving a disaster.

"Your son will definitely take good care of you from now on, he definitely will—"

"You can stay," Qin interrupted him.

A big smile spread across Yun Shuwen's face.

"But not as my son."

The smile froze on his face.

Qin looked down at him, her eyes showing no anger, no grief, only a cruel calm.

She was dealing with a long-standing debt that had finally come to an end.

"The deer park happens to be short of a servant to raise deer."

Go there, work with your own hands, and earn a living.

Yun Shuwen's lips trembled, and a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

A servant who herds deer?

he?

The eldest son of a noble family, a duke, is forced to become a servant who raises deer?