"What a joke!" An Jing scoffed coldly, "Every day you wish for my husband's death, and now that you can't survive, you come begging for my husband's support… Hehua, your shamelessness knows no bounds."
Hehua's face flushed red instantly.
"Hehua, there's no such thing as a free lunch," An Jing continued, "When my husband was sent to the battlefield by your family, he already repaid the debt of being born to your mother-in-law. He owes your family nothing. I haven't held a grudge against you for wishing my husband dead, but you come here with your child, expecting my husband to support you — that's just too ugly to watch!"
Hehua felt utterly ashamed. She also knew that she should not have come to find Xiao Changyi, but she was at her wit's end—she longed for her son to survive.
