Shen Qingju murmured, "Second cousin really is something, never knowing how to speak his mind clearly; if he'd spoken earlier, we'd probably be holding a small nephew by now."
Shen Qinglan nodded in agreement, while Zhuang Ruyue's face flushed red enough to almost drip blood.
"By the way, Miss Zhuang, are you going back to the Zhuang Mansion?" Shen Qingju asked.
All the color drained from Zhuang Ruyue's face at once, and she shook her head sorrowfully. "I won't be going back."
"It's fine if you don't go back. From now on, treat the Shen Family as your own family!" Shen Qingju said. "Our Shen Family may not be a wealthy household, but we won't let a young lady go short on food or clothing, unlike the Zhuang Mansion, which you are better off never returning to for the rest of your life."
Being dependent on others, how could one feel at ease?
Zhuang Ruyue sighed inwardly and asked Shen Qinglan, "Miss Shen, is there any work that women can do? I can help out."
