"I am not picking them up. Why does Han Ruochen have to leave now? And what does she mean by sending Beijiang to school? That boy is a fool. How can he study? And she is no better. So dumb and cold, like a dead bug. She clearly saw that the chopsticks had fallen on the floor. So why didn't she pick them up for me?" Meng Yunhan didn't want to pick up the chopsticks. Having lived like she was the head of the house, Han Ruochen's actions made her feel like her authority had been questioned, and she didn't like it at all.
She had never felt so humiliated. Not only did she lose the opportunity to fill up the hole in the savings, but she also got slapped in the face. Her mother-in-law had beaten her so badly, and her husband didn't say a word to that old hag, and now he was taking the side of Han Ruochen.
"Alright, alright, you don't want to pick them up?" Han Yichen chuckled as he got up from the chair and then bent down to pick up the chopsticks.
