Feng Fanghua rarely opens up like this for a heartfelt talk, and Qin Mu listens quietly, holding a bowl of bird's nest soup, scooping several times with a spoon, yet never putting it to her lips.
"You must know how your father-in-law and I treat you, right? Your grandfather, even more so—he treats you better than he does Qingxin. In front of him, I can't say anything bad about you. I know you like this family; please be good to Yichen, and don't make him live in fear every day, okay?"
Feng Fanghua's words are at times strong, and at other times gentle, truly applying both pressure and care.
Qin Mu, however, is at a loss, nodding: "Mom, if I don't eat the bird's nest soup soon, it will get cold!"
"Then eat it quickly!"
Only then does Feng Fanghua remember the matter of having her drink the bird's nest soup.
"I won't force you, but you have to keep my words in mind, is that okay?"
