Auntie’s family had come from afar, and naturally, they were going to stay the night, but Qi Fenglian and company were also there, which made accommodation tight.
In the countryside, when guests stayed overnight and there wasn’t enough room at home, you’d borrow lodging from next-door neighbors and let the guests sleep in your rooms.
The room at Cheng Su’s was impossible to give up, so those who went to borrow lodging were Qi Fengping and Jianguo—everyone was from the same village and could make do by squeezing into the home of a familiar friend for one night.
With the New Year celebration, the weather so cold, and so many people around, Cheng Su was called by her mother-in-law to dig out quilts to make beds for her aunt and company.
"Cousin, this has been so hard on you, we’ve really troubled you by coming!" Cousin-in-law Liu Wenjing, watching her bustling about, couldn’t help but gratefully express her thanks.
"Guests are a pleasure, there’s no trouble at all, it’s just that our means are modest, and I’m sad to put you out!" Cheng Su still pitied this woman.
Liu Wenjing nodded, then said, "Cousin, you really are lucky—married well, have a good life, and are good at doing business; such a capable person. Unlike me, so unlucky."
Cheng Su heard these words; they were all good things, but why did they sound so awkward to her?
"What are you saying, cousin-in-law? Your Gou Sheng is so clever and adorable." Unable to think of other compliments, Cheng Su just brought up her son.
"What’s the use of that? He hasn’t learned to talk yet and he’s already lost his father. He’s also a child of misfortune and sadness." Liu Wenjing sniffled, staring blankly at a corner.
Uh...
Cheng Su found this even more difficult to respond to, so she simply changed the subject and turned back to fluff up the bedding, making it a bit more comfortable.
"My mother-in-law, as you saw today, is very strong-willed. In our family, no matter the size of the matter, she’s the one calling the shots. I, as her daughter-in-law, don’t have any say at all. It was bearable when his father was around, but now that he’s gone, I don’t even have anyone to talk to. My heart aches so much, and sometimes, when I look at the child, I really just want to hold him and follow his father to the grave!" As Liu Wenjing talked, she began to sob softly.


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