Ji Qingwu wasn't too concerned with winning or losing, but the elders in her family wouldn't necessarily see it the same way.
Hearing this, Mrs. Qiao immediately shook her head. 'She'd never seen a "loss" that brought so much pride and honor.'
Madam Qiao took Ji Qingwu's hand, patted it, and said lovingly, "There are always winners and losers in a competition. As long as you aren't upset, the rest of us are just spectators enjoying the show."
Her eyes crinkled with a smile as she added, "Besides, as I see it, though you lost this match, you also won."
'Lost, but also won?' Ji Qingwu didn't quite understand what her grandmother meant.
Mrs. Qiao, however, understood her mother's meaning.
Recently, news had spread—though no one knew by whom—that her eldest daughter, Qingrong, was pregnant, all thanks to Xiao Wu's restorative care. Consequently, the wives from official families who were struggling with fertility had begun discreetly sending visiting requests to the Ji Mansion.
