Zhuang Qingning pursed her lips.
Mrs. Wen was getting old, though once physically strong, her children didn't worry too much. But now, having just been ill, they naturally wanted her close by for comfort.
For Mrs. Wen, who had been used to independence for so many years, suddenly being thrust into a large family was undoubtedly uncomfortable.
Mrs. Wen was well aware of her temperament. She could suppress her sharp tongue and temper for a day or two, but in the long run, she might not be able to control herself.
Mrs. Wen probably feared that if her temper got the best of her, the peaceful old age that Zhuang Yutian and Zhuang Yucheng had planned with their children and grandchildren would turn into a chaotic mess, disturbing their tranquillity.
No wonder Mrs. Wen was hesitant to agree to this arrangement.
"Aunt Wen probably has her reasons for not wanting to go. This matter can't be rushed. Perhaps my uncles can slowly persuade her," Zhuang Qingning advised.
