Wang Yongzhu interrupted Wang Yongzhen's weeping, staring at her, and only when Wang Yongzhen fell silent did he slowly say, "After Dad's hundredth-day memorial, I clearly remember telling you that from then on, there would be no more ties between me, the Wang Family, and you."
"Mutou is a pitiful child, but he is your son, he bears the surname Sun! As his aunt and uncle, we have gone above and beyond, helped as much as we could, given what needed to be given! In other families, even the own parents might not manage to help as much!"
"If you are still not content, don't look to others! You are his own mother, if you can't help him, why should others?"
"Little sister, you, you..." Wang Yongzhen couldn't fathom Wang Yongzhu speaking so bluntly.
"Everyone can see your intentions clearly, thinking now that I am the Official's Madam, that for the sake of face and reputation, maybe just a sliver from between the fingers would be enough for Mutou to get married, isn't it?"
