Aunt Lai had a look of grievance, appearing frail and delicate in front of Hongji's father, a look that elicited the protective instinct in men.
Naturally, Mrs. Lai was scolded by her husband again!
After dinner, Hongji gave his wife and daughters a look, and Mrs. Li, carrying her son and accompanied by her daughters, all understood the signal and quietly headed to their bedroom.
Mrs. Lai seemed oblivious. Her attention was on Aunt Lai and her husband.
Yesterday, both during daytime and at night, her husband stayed in Aunt Lai's room, leaving her, the legitimate wife, to endure a long lonely night alone, already the subject of ridicule.
Today, she dared not sit by the courtyard entrance—she always felt that people passing by would glance at her and laugh.
Ever since her husband took a concubine yesterday, she knew that the entire village was gossiping; the biggest joke was her. Her confidence had crumbled since yesterday.
"Husband, young Master Hongji and the others...!"
