Having been wounded so many times, Qiao Yin's heart had already begun to numb; yet her mind was sharper than ever: "Am I destitute? Even if I had to beg, that would still be self-reliance, unlike those women who leech off other people's husbands."
"She's exquisite? Her excellence is built on my pain!"
"Madam Lu, next time you want to belittle me, you better find someone who's blameless, or you will be disgracing yourself."
Madam Lu was nearly knocked out by her words, she pointed at Qiao Yin, and said to Qiao Haidong: "Look at the wonderful daughter you've raised, who dares to talk to her mother-in-law like that! I only wanted what was best for her. I only wished she presented herself elegantly. Is that so wrong? Not only does she not appreciate me, she humiliates me and disrespects the Lu Family. We can't accept such a daughter-in-law, hurry up and take her away!"
