In the three years since her husband lost power and her son went missing,
Zhao Fenghua had endured no shortage of ridicule. She could feel it, both overtly and subtly—many people were now looking to the second branch of the family for their cues.
Sizing up the situation was, after all, only human nature.
But now, being judged based on this daughter-in-law, she couldn't help but feel displeased.
'Why am I being criticized because of a junior?' Besides, she had never thought much of this daughter-in-law.
But even if she didn't approve, she would still afford her the proper dignity.
On that note, her son, Shi Jing, had never been interested in women. If he really came back alive and found he had a wife, what a disaster that would be!
But she was just a wife, the wife of the eldest son.
Mrs. Lu Sr. was a woman who acted without any discernible pattern; you never knew what she would do next.
