"I know it's all for me, Mother!" Wang Yongzhu rubbed Old Granny Zhang's hand, speaking awkwardly.
Old Granny Zhang softened her gaze, caressing Wang Yongzhu's hair, and spoke gently and softly for a change: "That's good you understand. I remember when you were born, so tiny, yet you cried louder than anyone else. Those who didn't know thought you were a boy!"
"Now watching you all grown up and married, life has gotten better. I used to worry about you all the time, but now I can finally put my mind at ease—"
As soon as Wang Yongzhu heard this, she hurriedly interjected, "Mother, what are you saying? I've just married Brother Song, and we haven't even consummated the marriage yet! After we have children, I'll be counting on you to help me take care of them! If you don't help, and since Brother Song doesn't have a mother, I certainly won't be able to—"
