After being mocked by Ma Sufen, Shen Baolan didn't dare to talk back like before.
Zhou Shuhuan was seldom at home and ignored her and her son. Without her husband as a backbone and no capital to make money, she couldn't stand tall in her husband's family.
However, her submission and humility did not appease Ma Sufen but instead made her feel Shen Baolan was worthless, and her words became more and more sharp.
"All from the same village, but why the difference? Others do business, open factories, booming with success, and even buy big houses, yet you can't even find a job. It's an embarrassment to speak of!"
The hurtful nature of those words was no different than driving a knife into Shen Baolan's heart.
Shen Mingzhu didn't care about the ties of the same village and wouldn't lend her a hand, even her in-laws looked down on her, thinking she couldn't compare to Shen Mingzhu.
Humiliation and unwillingness burned fiercely in Shen Baolan's chest.
