Qiao Xiaon'an, engrossed in peeling and eating the grapes on the table, murmured, "I don't like reading newspapers."
Her mother slapped her hand hard and asked, "Tell me, it's been about a month or two since you married Amo, has he touched you yet?"
"Yuan Meili!" Qiao Xiaon'an frowned at her mother's invasive question, but it didn't dampen her appetite for the grapes. She popped them into her mouth without even spitting out the seeds. "Can't I have any privacy? How could you be asking such a question?"
She spat the grape skins into the trash bin and glared at Yuan Meili. "You're my mom, but you don't have to interfere in everything."
"I'm asking for your own good." Her mom slapped an old, yellowing newspaper. "Look at this, it's from three months ago."
"I can't read, so I won't look."
"If you won't look, then let me tell you," her mother said indignantly, pointing at the photo in the paper and sighed with regret, "If I knew Amo was gay, I would never have let you marry him."
