Madam Ruan ceased her clamorous protests, and only then did Old Lady Mo's anger subside. She spoke no further of the division of property.
Mr. and Mrs. Mo Daoyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After dinner, Madam Ruan had no choice but to hang her head low as she cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks. Even if she harbored immense grievances, she could only suppress them; otherwise, Old Lady Mo might bring up the separation again, which would scare her to death. Her precious son was currently burning through money at an alarming rate, and she could not jeopardize his future. Despite holding the greatest resentment in her heart, she had to keep it bottled up until the day her son made a name for himself. Then it wouldn't be too late for her to avenge today's humiliation, Madam Ruan thought spitefully as she busied herself with household duties in the kitchen.
In the main room
Auntie Sun was in the room, helping Mo Xiaoqiang massage his back.
