"I'll do the packing. You go lie down. Would you like some ginger soup? I can brew you a bowl with plenty of brown sugar, how does that sound?"
Xu Su Ying naturally had no reason to refuse and was hurried to bed by her daughter.
A short while later, not only was the ginger soup delivered, but also a bed warmer filled with hot water.
Xu Su Ying finally felt herself coming back to life, and the color returned to her cheeks.
Xu Su Ying had intended to keep pressing her daughter about consummating the marriage, but the girl bustled about, deliberately keeping her distance.
She would ask a question in a hushed voice, but her daughter would pretend not to hear, making Xu Su Ying so angry she shot her several sharp glares.
'That silly girl is just clueless; she doesn't know how good a man can be. After the New Year, Jing is seventeen, making him eighteen by nominal age.'
