Zhao Jing privately stirred the pot: "Second Aunt, I fear that Daya resents me deeply now, but as her mother, how can she treat you like this? She's still young now, but what will happen when she's older."
Various rambling.
Li Chunhua grew increasingly resentful towards Li Shuning.
Li Rengui always thought that Li Chunhua could figure things out by herself, but now she was clearly escalating the tensions with Daya.
During New Year's, causing such unhappiness, it really is worrisome.
As the New Year approached, that night, Li Rengui and Li Chunhua lay on the bed, and he couldn't help but talk to her.
"Chunhua, what on earth are you thinking? Daya is your daughter. Do you really think Zhao Jing's words are correct? That your daughter is the one spouting nonsense?"
Li Chunhua had been feeling stifled lately, her husband didn't understand her, her daughter was sulking, and her in-laws looked at her with cold eyes; she had never experienced such things.
