At Lin Xizhu's house, Xu Fengxian scowled and shouted at Dong Jiufeng, who was lying on the bed.
"Jiufeng, I watched you about to throw yourself into the river. You're such a fool. How could you think of killing yourself? And most importantly, you didn't even tell me. That's not considerate at all."
"I know you're feeling wronged, but we've been sisters for so many years. Don't you know those people gossip because they're not as well off as you? Why bother with them? Are you living your life just for them?"
"Not having kids is no big deal. If it's a crime, then they might as well take me out and shoot me. I have no kids, no husband, yet I'm living quite comfortably. Look at yourself, playing the part of Lin Daiyu."
"Is the wine not good, or the mahjong not fun? What's with this nonsense of wanting to die?"
Xu Fengxian scolded for quite a while, but she only cried without saying a word.
She could only sit angrily on a chair to the side.
