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Mother Wu Yuan slowly raised her head, and as she made eye contact with Sister Lian's worried gaze, the tears she had been holding back started streaming down.
"Madam, why have you suddenly started crying?" Sister Lian frantically began to wipe away Lady Wu's tears: "Did your husband belittle you?"
She had watched her mistress grow up, and although her mistress wasn't the strongest, she was a resilient young lady who wouldn't cry at the drop of a hat. It must have been something her son-in-law said that hurt her mistress's feelings.
But lately, the son-in-law had been very attentive to her mistress, so how could he have said anything unpleasant to her?
Sister Lian's heart ached as if it was her own pain, and Mother Wu Yuan felt even worse. She hugged Sister Lian and cried, "My husband... said I was pretending to be virtuous..."