Longyue returned to her house after lunch. She was planning on taking an afternoon nap before getting up to do her embroidery work. However, as soon as she fell asleep, Madam Wang knocked on her door.
"Longyue… it's me!"
Longyue knew that she would come looking for her, but she didn't expect it to be so soon. She smiled, stretched, and said lazily, "Come in!"
"Longyue, sob, sob!"
Madam Wang came in, practically crying. Longyue did not know if she was really crying or faking it. In any case, she took it that she was crying and asked, "What's wrong? I was about to take a nap."
"Longyue, you saw it just now. What kind of attitude does Mom have? She is not taking me and Baichuan seriously. People talk about intergenerational parenting, but what about her? She's like a stepmother! How can we live like this! Boohoo…"
Madam Wang started wailing, but she did not dare to shout too loudly to avoid being heard.
