"Isn't it obvious what Dad meant? Can't you understand? Dad is saying, as Yimo's wife, you taking care of his bedridden younger brother is the most suitable arrangement. It's much better than having a man clean him, wash him, and deal with his excrement and urine!" Liu Lin explained on behalf of Mr. Xiang.
She emphasized the words dealing with excrement and urine, her lips curled into a half-smile as she cast a triumphant glance at Zhong Lingling.
It was as if she was saying that if it wasn't for Yimo's severe illness, someone of Zhong Lingling's background would never have even dreamed of marrying into the Xiang Family.
Mr. Xiang's face showed embarrassment, but he still nodded, agreeing with Liu Lin's point.
Zhong Lingling felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of cold water from head to toe.
