Feeling the pleasure her youthful body brought her, she began to feel fortunate in her heart—fortunate that she had clearly seen Zhang Xiaoshan peeping at her bathing that morning, yet she had not told that old bastard Wu Damming.
Without a doubt, Wu Damming, who was quite old, was sure to die before her; by then, she might only be around forty years old. Although Wu Lingling was there, that wasn't her own flesh and blood, and by that time, Wu Lingling would probably be married off. Once Wu Damming died, would Wu Lingling still remember her stepmother?
This question was very practical.
She had to ensure she would have someone to rely on in her old age; her fate was in her own hands. She wanted to find herself a companion, a man who could provide her with warmth in both soul and body. Wasn't Zhang Xiaoshan the best choice?
Especially since she felt she should have a child, preferably a son. That old bag of bones, Wu Damming, evidently didn't have the ability to do that.
