"No buts, let's hurry up and go. Listen to me, Sun Chan, you don't need to say anything. You are my daughter, and no one can bully you! I will treat you well," Zhao Jieyun said.
Sun Chan smiled at her, "I am willing to go back with you, but won't Yang Yun dislike me? Why don't we wait a bit longer? We don't necessarily have to be together."
"No more waiting! I've waited for you for almost twenty years! Even if she doesn't want to, there's nothing she can do. Is she the only daughter I have, and you are not? Come with me!" Zhao Jieyun, anxious, reverted back to her decisive, military demeanor.
Sun Chan was right; Yang Yun was absolutely unwilling. When this outcome was revealed, she started making a fuss at home, smashing the things in her room to a mess and refusing to come downstairs for dinner.
"If you let that hateful woman move in, I won't live! You've raised that daughter so well! She's sensible and obedient, while I'm nothing! You love her!"
