"Xiao Qiao, get up quickly! Don't kneel anymore. The floor is cold—be careful of your health."
Su Qiao looked at the mahogany floor in front of her, felt the pain throughout her body and the cold, hard sensation against her knees, and was somewhat dazed.
There was also a force pulling her upward by the arm.
"Sigh, it's not that Mom doesn't want to help you, nor that Mom doesn't feel sorry for you. It's just that there's nothing I can do. That's simply how he is. Even if Mom wanted to persuade him, I couldn't stop him!"
"Just endure it. Endure it and it'll be fine. Isn't that what life is all about? How could everything go exactly as planned and be perfect in every way?"
"As long as you indulge him a little more and show him a little more concern, he'll treat you well. Slowly, things will get better."
Su Qiao blinked and felt a stabbing pain at the corner of her right eye.
With some stiffness in her neck, she raised her head and looked at the old woman beside her, who was talking incessantly.
Little Four, my body hurts. Was I beaten by someone?
Host, you were just abused by your spouse.
Abused by my spouse?
I'm married?
Damn, who's that bastard of a man?
I'm going to kill him.
Su Qiao was so startled that her legs no longer hurt. She immediately used the old woman's support to stand up.
Then she plopped down onto the European-style wooden bed in front of her.
"That's more like it. What's the point of kneeling on the floor the whole time?
"If someone saw you, they might think this old woman had mistreated you, my daughter-in-law!"
The old woman was clearly very satisfied with her cooperativeness.
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