Madam Zhou had not expected Wufu's plans to be this way, and such calculations were all because of her, of course. If Wufu were to marry off, she would be left all alone.
At this thought, Madam Zhou's eyes began to redden.
"Wufu, it's all because your mother has been holding you back!" Madam Zhou, with tears in her eyes, took her daughter's hand and said.
"Mother, I don't like to hear you say that. If it weren't for your persistence through hardship to raise me, where would Wufu be today?" Wufu smiled as she comforted, "So, don't talk about holding me back. If we really want to talk about it, I'm afraid that it's Wufu who has been holding you back!"
"Nonsense! What mother would ever resent her own flesh and blood?" Madam Zhou chided tenderly, "But to talk about matrilocal marriage, do you really think so?"
