When mentioning her husband, a gentle smile spread across Qiao Yu's face.
"He's incredibly considerate, always standing by my side. Though his family can be difficult, with his support, life has been smooth and quite blissful."
Hearing that she was living happily, the elderly lady was completely at ease.
"That's good. Life should only get better and better. As for that scoundrel Bai Yuan, he had such a wonderful wife like you but chose to have an affair instead. His death in that car accident was nothing less than he deserved!"
Even after all these years, the old lady's anger still flared up at the mention of Bai Yuan.
Qiao Yu shared the same hatred towards him; even hearing his name was enough to make her feel nauseated.
Seeing Qiao Yu's darkened expression, the old lady spat on the ground, "We won't talk about such a wretched man."