Cao Qiu hadn't been there that night, so she didn't believe Gu'er would actually hit her. Besides, she was Jia Ming's mother. 'Since Gu'er wants to marry my son, she wouldn't dare lay a hand on me,' she thought. So, she prepared to lunge forward and start a fight.
But Sun Zhuzi pulled her back. Cao Qiu glared at him.
"L-Let's just go outside for now. Let Mom rest a bit."
Sun Zhuzi, long cowed by his wife's tyrannical presence, had trouble speaking clearly. But he could see that his mother was not in good shape, which was the only reason he'd stopped his wife.
"Look at you, so pathetic."
Cao Qiu cursed at him but left the room anyway, joining Sun Zhuzi in the main house. Her mind was made up this time. It wouldn't matter even if Jia Ming came back. If all else failed, she would just throw a fit—and keep throwing fits until her son followed her to the city. She refused to believe she couldn't make him leave.
