Ye Shuying's gaze fixed on the two red envelopes her mother had given, which were even more generous than the ones sent for her own son's full moon celebration. Feeling a sense of unfairness, she couldn't help but say,
"Second sister, you also just gave birth to a daughter for your first child. Why spend so much money on a big celebration, when you should save the money to quickly have a son instead?"
Ye Shuzhi didn't respond to her elder sister's words. Ever since the last time her sister upset her, she realized that some people's words shouldn't be taken too seriously—if she could listen, she would; if not, she'd let it go in one ear and out the other.
There was no point in ruining her health over quarrels with others, and she had come to understand that family affection was no more than this; nothing was more substantial than a sound body.
