Zhu Xiaoyu's mother-in-law, named Wang Lijuan, was a woman with a beefy face who stormed into Zhu Xiaoyu's newly prepared marital home. Her expression was rich with contempt, disgust, and helplessness.
By her side was a scrawny old man and a girl—this girl was Ye Wei, the one who had waited for him for a full four years.
"Mom!" Ye Wei shook Wang Lijuan's arm, "You know Xiaoyu's situation. To buy this wedding house, we've borrowed all the money we could. This is truly his limit."
"Shut your mouth!" Wang Lijuan pointed at the girl and said, "If it weren't for your current pregnancy, which we can't terminate, do you think I would agree to this marriage? Marrying a cripple? Why don't you just marry a beggar? I've introduced you to so many outstanding men, but you just couldn't be satisfied, insisting on marrying a poor soldier?"
