"My son, you must learn to be sensible."
"My son, you must learn to read people's faces."
"My son, whatever you do, don't make your master angry."
Zhang Cuihua was nothing more than an utterly ordinary rural woman.
She was not pretty, knew nothing of the four arts, and understood cultivation even less. All she knew was that her husband, Chu Haoxue, had traded his life for an opportunity, and she and her son had to cherish it properly.
She wanted her son to be obedient, wanted him to be sensible. She herself worked desperately too, transforming from a country woman who knew nothing into the referral agent with the highest annual order volume at Desheng Trading Firm.
Now everyone at the firm called her "Sister Hua."
The more she did, the more she understood, and the more she realized how little she could actually do. She could offer no help at all for her son's extraordinary future. But aside from working herself to the bone, telling that great figure who called her Big Sister that she was not useless, that she had not let down his kindness... what else could she do?
She threw everything into her work and treated Desheng Trading Firm as her own home, only hoping that even if she could not help her son, she would at least not become a burden.
How could she not wish to hold her son in the palm of her hand, tell him not to be so obedient, and let him be willful once in a while and go play?
But he was a child without a father, and she was a useless mother...
She did not want to cry.
Seeing her son's heroic bearing on the stage, she had meant to smile and tell him, "My son, you're