After sending Jiang Zhixun off, Madam Jiang didn't return to the courtyard immediately. Instead, she went to the rental apartment to find Shen Qingqing.
She wasn't home.
Fortunately, Madam Jiang had a spare key, so she opened the door to wait inside.
The clothes and bedding Jiang Zhixun had washed earlier were still hanging there, long since dry after so many days.
Madam Jiang came on this visit to persuade Shen Qingqing to move back to the courtyard.
But in truth, she had no confidence that it would work.
She wasn't sure whether Shen Qingqing would listen to her or not.
As her thoughts wandered, Madam Jiang wanted to sigh again.
She had never seen anyone whose fate seemed as "unfortunate" as hers, with both her son and daughter-in-law being so stubborn.
If she weren't still young and in good health, they would surely drive her to an early grave.
Madam Jiang mulled over her situation while cleaning Shen Qingqing's room.
