"What kind of wife couldn't my brother find? Why did my parents have to pick up a child to raise as his wife?" Ren Xuejuan felt uncomfortable hearing Zhang Mengdi use the term "child bride," implying it's okay to talk about her, but not her husband.
Yi Roujing and the others secretly chuckled at Ren Xuejuan's words; she couldn't help but even criticize herself when she was angry. But it was evident how deep their marital affection was. Yi Roujing observed Ren Xuejuan, who was vibrant and discerning, feeling that even though she hadn't enjoyed wealth in the Cheng Family, she had lived happily for those twenty-one years.
"I, I was just speaking casually, don't take it to heart," Zhang Mengdi, slightly startled, stepped back. Ren Xuejuan usually spoke gently, but today her voice was loud enough for those around to hear, almost turning them into the center of attention.
