Wu Xianglan had been at the textile factory for a while, broadening her horizons and sharpening her mind by quite a few levels. Seeing her mother-in-law insisting on her bringing food to her elder sister-in-law's family, she knew something fishy was up, and sure enough, after a couple of measly whimpers, she started playing the victim to gain some advantage. Heh, if Lu Jiahe got any benefits, wouldn't she flaunt it in front of her? Would there still be a place for her, Wu Xianglan, in this home?
With a vixen outside ensnaring her man's soul, if Lu Jiahe held anything decent in her hands, it'd be charmed away as well. The money her man earns isn't for her, but it should at least be for her kids. Why should it go to outsiders, huh!
