Lin Qinghan looked gloomy: "My husband said he's busy with work and has no time to take care of us, so he told me not to go to Haikou."
Lady Lin's heart skipped a beat, worried that he might be enamored by some vixen. Lady Lin didn't dare to voice her suspicion to Lin Qinghan, so instead, she tapped Lin Qinghan's forehead and said, "Silly, you're going to Haikou to take care of him, not for him to take care of you. Hurry up and pack, in a few days you should take Wanting to Haikou."
Lin Qinghan hesitated a bit, and Lady Lin said with a tone of frustration, "Your husband has a bright future ahead. If you don't go to Haikou, and he gets enchanted by a vixen, you'll only have yourself to blame and nowhere to cry."
Lin Qinghan was startled but still doubtful, "Mother, that won't happen."
Lady Lin didn't know how else to persuade Lin Qinghan, so she said, "Just pack your things and set off on a chosen auspicious day."
