Yu Wanzhi gave a grunt of acknowledgement, closed her eyes, and sat like a venerable Buddha.
Sirong, massaging her, became her handmaiden, taking her pleasing behavior as something to be expected.
After ten minutes, Sirong's hands were sore, yet there was no word from Yu Wanzhi to stop.
So, she had to endure and massaged for another ten minutes, until her arms were so sore and numb she couldn't lift them.
"Auntie, I'm going to the washroom."
As Sirong walked away, the smile she had forced on her face stiffened.
She shook her hands out as she walked upstairs, cursing venomously in her heart: Damn old hag.
Sirong was no fool; she had long realized that Yu Wanzhi was deliberately making things difficult for her, acting like a future mother-in-law.
But she was bold in anger yet dared not speak out, only able to swallow her resentment in silence.
Once she was married into the Yu Family, she would quickly bear children, and by then, she would have her day of turning the tables.
