"I can't take it anymore, I just can't!" Su Qin, with her thick middle-aged woman's voice, wailed and bawled, limbs slapping the ground in turmoil.
Xiao Chonghuan and his wife watched with furrowed brows, taking secret pleasure in the spectacle.
This was the mark of a rural village woman, unsuitable for public display.
With parents like hers, Su Qingyue wouldn't even be considered by a regular wealthy family, let alone enter the doors of the aristocratic Xiao Family, for fear of such in-laws bringing shame.
Shen Yun saw her son with a darkened face and thought he also despised Su Qin as a brash woman and pretended to speak kindly, "Chuan'er, your mother-in-law is uneducated and it's normal for her to make a scene. Don't take it to heart."
The more she displayed this 'tolerance', the more cultured she appeared.
Besides, she had suffered enough from speaking ill of Su Qingyue, and from now on, she'd only pick 'kind words' to say.
