"No! I refuse to accept this!" Zhao Jingrong turned around, clinging tightly to her mother as she cried, "Mom! I refuse to accept this! I've done so much, I even sacrificed my own flesh and blood, all to secure my position as Mrs. Mog! And now you're asking me to give it up! How can I give it up?"
Having witnessed everything along the way, Zhao's mother understood how much Zhao Jingrong had endured and sacrificed. She knew it hadn't been easy for her.
"Jingrong, you have no choice but to give up now."
But what could be done, even if she refused to accept it?
Would Mr. Mog ever accept a second wife?
Especially one who had once looked down on him and even mocked him?
Zhao's mother continued, "Jingrong, right now anyone might have a chance to approach Mr. Mog, except you. Actually, Baichuan is a promising young man. Though he might not be as outstanding as his uncle, among peers in Beijing, he stands out quite a bit. Jingrong, just be content and live a good life with Baichuan."
