Lin Rong's thoughts were racing. She was well aware of the benefits that marrying into the Li family with Li Chuan would bring. Otherwise, she wouldn't have tacitly agreed when her son pursued Li Qianqian. Back then, her son didn't particularly stand out among Li Qianqian's many suitors, neither in looks nor background. Yet Li Qianqian eventually chose her son, and since then, she was quite proud of herself.
She wasn't just bragging; she had poured her heart into raising her son Hu Biao to be an excellent young man. If Li Qianqian hadn't chosen her Hu Biao, it would have been her loss, Lin Rong reasoned.
But marrying and living a married life were two different things. Since she married into the Hu family, she should be content with being a wife and mother at home. It would be best to bear Hu Biao several children to truly take on a woman's role. Now the child is born, and she dares to talk of divorce? Even if she has the guts, can the Li family afford to lose such face?
