Looking at the eagerness in Auntie Mao's eyes, Ye Yuwei could not bear to turn her down. She nodded slightly as she endured the discomfort in her lower abdomen.
Auntie Mao smiled and held onto Ye Yuwei's hands. "I knew it. Our young mistress is a very filial child."
Ye Yuwei smiled half-heartedly. "I will peel another apple for you."
Auntie Mao looked at Ye Yuwei and reached out to take the apple that she had placed on the table. She slowly said, "I know that our young master has hurt you deeply. You were so happy to have married him, but he has always been indifferent to you."
Ye Yuwei's hand shook a little but she did not speak. She continued peeling the apple.
