With Madam Zhou's generous gesture, coupled with her and her daughter's attire, some people's thoughts began to stir. They complimented Madam Zhou in a roundabout way, praising Wufu for growing up so well and saying it was time for her to find a match.
Over the past decade or so, Madam Zhou had seen mostly the scornful looks and disdainful slurs behind her back.
Today was the first time she experienced such warmth from others, and although she was a bit overwhelmed and slow to react, she ultimately felt some joy.
A few young girls gathered around Wufu, chattering away, interested not in anything else but the little bead flower she wore in her hair, their envy was plain to see.
Zhou Xiuer watched from a distance, biting her lip tightly.
Today, Wufu and her despicable mother had really stolen the spotlight.
After dining at the Old Zhou family's celebration feast, Madam Zhou took Wufu home without having the gall to stay for dinner, although she was the auntie in name.
