Zhu Yun chuckled, first greeting Mrs. Chu before turning her head to the stunned Old Mrs. Wang. "Aunt Wang, have you come to wait on your city-bred daughter-in-law?"
She simply loved twisting the knife. Right after she inherited the original owner's body, she'd sent Old Mrs. Wang a thick letter, detailing the untold story of the sweet-faced, bitter-hearted city daughter-in-law versus the hardworking, long-suffering countryside mother-in-law.
'Doesn't Lin Jin care more about appearances than anything else?'
'I'll just twist all of Lin Jin's efforts to save face and see how Old Mrs. Wang's long-dormant volcano erupts. When that time comes, which side will the great filial son, Wang Xianbing, choose?'
'Filial piety on one side, love on the other, with the blade of his career hanging over his head. I can't wait to have the Teletubbies give me a 24/7 livestream of the drama across the hall!'
