"Guihua, you really raised a good son," they said. "Now that Changhai is acquainted with the director of the clothing factory, getting a job there would surely be a matter of just a few words. You've finally made it through the tough times."
The old lady listened as a crowd praised her for having a good son, the joy filling her heart and soul.
After all these years, her Eldest had finally won her some respect.
The entire village knew about Jiang Changhai's recklessness and misbehavior.
Whenever she went back to her parents' home over the years, she never stopped hearing idle gossip behind her back. Now, at last, she could hold her head high, which felt incredibly comfortable.
Meanwhile, her cousin from the Zhang family, who always had to compete and be better, was in agony.