Suddenly, Mrs. Xie grabbed Qin Mei's hand, her expression tense. "Xiao Mei, what if..."
"Mom, there are no what-ifs." Qin Mei squeezed her mother-in-law's hand, cutting her off. "Mom, you have to trust Jie Jingchen. He's your son. You need to have faith in him."
Mrs. Xie smiled wryly. She wanted to trust her son, too, but even the best-laid plans can go wrong. If her son let her down, she wouldn't lose him, but she would lose the daughter-in-law standing right in front of her—the one she was so very pleased with.
"Xiao Mei, I'm just saying... what if our plan goes wrong? Will you forgive Jing Si?" Mrs. Xie stared at Qin Mei, her face tight with worry. Usually so calm, she was now in a panic and simply couldn't compose herself.
