Chapter 1891 - 340:

The manager's mother felt humiliated by this punishment and cried and yelled about jumping into a well to commit suicide.

The eldest young lady snorted coldly: "Go ahead, go ahead, once you drown yourself, your soul can meet me again, and see how I continue to torment you then."

The manager's mother was so frightened that she no longer dared to wail, and together with her son, they knelt for three days and three nights in front of the little embroiderer girls' sleeping place, and were finally driven out of the house.

Since then, her days have improved. Not only does no one in the needlework yard dare to bully her, but even those high-ranking sons and daughters, and the legitimate young masters and ladies, come to her to measure sizes, and speak very politely.

She was somewhat anxious, yet very much enjoyed this feeling of making clothes. Many materials were so precious that most embroiderers in the world hadn't even seen them, let alone used them.

The most meticulous garment she made in her lifetime was the wedding dress for the eldest young lady.

The stitches on the wedding dress have meanings, representing good fortune and the promise of a blissful marriage.

Yet, the worst garment she ever made was also that wedding dress.

She always felt that it must have been because she took a nap or got distracted while rushing the wedding dress, counting wrong one of the stitches, which led to the eldest young lady later...

Upon this thought, her eyes became blurry.

The old woman picked up a nearby white cloth, dipped it in water, and wiped her eyes.

Somehow, she couldn't help but recall past events all day today.

Perhaps, it's because she's getting old.

People say that when you're old, whether standing or lying down, you start recalling the past once you settle down, like casually pulling roasted peanuts from your pocket, cracking them open when your mouth is idle.

After wiping away the tears, her vision became clear.

The old woman saw a young boy approaching outside the window display, along with Chen Xiyuan being supported by two women.

This is...

The old woman could tell at a glance from Chen Xiyuan's swaying posture that this young girl had suffered severe injuries.

Li Zhiyuan: "Thank you all, just leave my sister here."

"You know Granny Yao?"

"Granny Yao, is this your family?"

Li Zhiyuan nodded: "Yes, we are family."

Upon hearing this, the old woman immediately stood up and solemnly refuted:

"I don't know you, what family!"

Such injuries, even through imprisonment and torture, are hard to inflict. Associating with such people easily invites trouble from society.

Furthermore, as she got closer, the old woman sensed the injuries more acutely.

So severe were the injuries, it's a wonder the girl was still alive.

This indicates,

the trouble likely doesn't stem from society but from Jianghu.

Thus, when Li Zhiyuan said he was family, Yao Shan was very excited, as if someone was dumping dirty water on her.

The two women assisting had never seen Granny Yao so intense and strict before, looked suspiciously at the boy, and just when they were about to help Granny Yao continue questioning him, Li Zhiyuan looked towards the window and addressed the old woman:

"I am from the Liu family."

Woman: "Your surname is Liu, not Yao!"

Another woman: "Then why did you say you were family with Granny Yao?"

"Son-in-law!!!"

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Yao's Inn does not provide room services, so at this hour, there are basically no check-in or check-out guests.

This practice hasn't led to much poor business because guests who choose to stay here mainly seek affordability, and Yao's Inn has another advantage, that is quietness.

No one wants to be prepared to sleep in the middle of the night, only to suddenly hear such noise from the room next door. Not only does it disturb sleep, but once the fire in one's heart ignites, there's an irresistible urge to go downstairs to the massage parlor, and factoring in the time for walking and climbing up and down the stairs, the wallet ends up shrinking.

Yao Nianen finished checking the accounts and prepared to find his wife, it was almost dinner time, and they could spend some quiet time together.

Who would have thought his mother suddenly spoke, and not only he and his wife but even their two sons had to go into the inner room to tidy things up.

His mother had a special room, and normally, no one in the family was allowed to enter casually. She would go inside a few times a month and stay there all day, with strict orders not to be disturbed.

While tidying the room, his wife touched the fabric:

"This fabric is really comfortable."

"Did Mom ever make you any clothes?"

"I'm just saying it's comfortable, you should feel it."

"I've felt even more comfortable ones."

"Is it very expensive?"

"Expensive or not, what's it to us?"

"You're not even allowed to talk about it, I didn't want it anyway."

Yao Nianen is a filial son, very obedient to his mother at home.

By rights, running an inn in such an alley makes it extremely easy for the owner to be carefree, but Yao Nianen has never gone, and his relationship with his wife has always been very good.

The old woman came over and asked: "Have you finished tidying up?"

"Mom, we've tidied up as you said."

"Alright, then go out, wife go downstairs to help carry someone."

"Yes!"

The daughter-in-law has always been obedient in front of this grandma, mainly because she trusts her.

The lower-class grandmas love to quarrel with daughters-in-law over trivial matters. Yao Shan has stayed in the Liu family's residence, has seen many household affairs, and naturally has broader views.

"Mom, let me go too."

"It's a young lady, your hands are dirty."

Yao Nianen smiled somewhat awkwardly.

The daughter-in-law went downstairs to help Li Zhiyuan carry Chen Xiyuan upstairs, into this room. Yao Shan pushed her son's family out and instructed them not to approach here.