Ye Xinyan heaved a silent sigh, thinking how most people would consider marrying a daughter from an official's family to be a stroke of good fortune — yet Ah Qiao's mother was the kind of woman who insisted on being the head of the household, the toughest kind of mother-in-law to get along with.
When she entered Madam Yin's room, she indeed found Zhou Biyao sitting on the heated brick bed, her head bowed as she cried softly, with Madam Yin by her side, gently trying to console her.
Ye Xinyan didn't wait for an invitation before sitting down on the edge of the bed, interrupting Madam Yin's consolations, and said, "Enough, stop consoling her. If Ah Qiao's mother is such a difficult person to deal with, even if Ah Qiao himself is great, it's not worth marrying into that family."
Zhou Biyao looked up, astonishment clear in her tear-filled eyes as she gazed at Ye Xinyan, her face a picture of disbelief. "Sister Qi, you, why would you say that? Third Brother Wong... "
