Wang Cuihua sat cross-legged on the bed, with a pile of crumpled paper on the floor; as she cried and spoke, two more crumpled papers quickly joined the pile.
"I just didn't want him to get involved with those disreputable people. Now that he's finally out, how can he even think of going back? Suizi, what on earth is your dad thinking?"
"Uh... Mom, please calm down, it's hot, don't cry yourself into a fever."
Suizi was now at her wits' end too.
Her father-in-law and mother-in-law each had their own reasoning.
Suizi sided with her mother-in-law, believing that a woman's life should not aspire to great wealth and honor but to stability and safety.
But she knew all too well that her father-in-law was not someone who could be easily persuaded; this matter had already touched on Yu Jingting's bottom line.
After all, Yu Jingting had lived there for ten years, and he developed father-son affection with Old Master Hu.
