After turning off the light, Ding Long left the room. Downstairs, his mother was glaring, "What's she doing upstairs?"
"She's resting." Ding Long replied in a lowered voice.
"It's so early for her to rest already? Isn't she being a bit too pampered? You're the husband, busy all day long outside, and not even saying you're tired and need rest, while she, as a wife, is already cozily sleeping alone in the room! Ding Long, let me tell you, don't be foolish, Ding Jinshi doesn't care for you at all, and she's about to trample all over you. The child hasn't even been born yet, and it's already like this; can you imagine how it would be in the future? I'm telling you, spoiling her like this won't do!"
The more Ding's mother spoke, the angrier she got, rattling off criticisms of Ding Jinshi in front of Ding Long, listing everything that was wrong with her. Listening to it gave Ding Long quite a headache.
