Upon hearing Madam Zhou's question, Wu Lihong's body stiffened, and he inexplicably felt a bit guilty, somewhat unable to meet her burning eyes.
"Meiniang, I..."
"Mr. Wu." Madam Zhou interrupted him, clutching his sleeve with both hands, "You only need to tell me, are our mother and daughter destined to only become a line of concubines and concubine-born daughters? Can Wufu not even call me mother anymore?"
Wu Lihong felt a bit awkward, coughed, and said, "This, Meiniang, although I cannot give you the status of a legitimate wife, I promise you, my heart is solely with you, and I will not let you and Wufu suffer grievances."
Madam Zhou's face turned deathly pale.
"Really, apart from the status of a legitimate wife, I promise you will lack nothing, okay?" Wu Lihong said, "If you feel insecure, I can privately secure some assets for you. In the future, it can be Wufu's dowry when she marries, and it would be dignified."
