The older women in the compound all said that Sang Xiaogu was an old maid who couldn't get married, with a solitary personality and a bad temper, and warned the new brides not to get close to her.
Aunt Sang is usually busy and rarely returns to the compound.
So, this was the first time Jiang Wanying had met Aunt Sang since she came to the compound.
She was stunned when she first saw her. The person who was so unpleasant in other people's eyes was actually so beautiful and elegant. There was also a feeling she couldn't describe but envied.
If Bu Ling knew what she was thinking, she would tell her that it was called aura, the aura of a strong woman, the aura of a mature woman.
Sang Xiaogu is a true strong woman who can outperform 99.99% of the men in the world.
Those gossipy women in the compound are just jealous; that's why they're trying every means to smear her.
Buling had told Aunt Sang about this before, but Aunt Sang's words left a deep impression on her:
"Lingling, only the weak care about the thoughts of those who are inferior to them, but all I see are people who are better than me."
Upon hearing this, Bu Ling was deeply shocked.
Yes, the strong are never afraid of what others say; only the weak care about what others think.
From then on, she became a die-hard fan of Aunt Sang and followed Aunt Sang's example in everything.
Although she is a lazy bum, Sang Xiaogu's way of dealing with people and her strong mentality are things that she needs to learn and wants to learn.
Thinking of this, she smiled slightly: "My aunt is very capable. You'll know once you get to know her better."
Seeing the admiration on Bu Ling's face, Jiang Wanying knew that Bu Ling's respect for her aunt came from the bottom of her heart.
"It's clear that you admire your aunt very much."
Buling nodded with pride: "My little aunt is very good."
Jiang Wanying nodded with a smile, but her eyes dimmed as she thought of her mother-in-law. "When I have time, I will definitely learn more from my aunt."
"What are you going to learn from me?" Aunt Sang returned with a cup of coffee: "Coffee."
"Thank you, Auntie." Jiang Wanying accepted the gift with both hands.
Buling pulled her aunt down to sit: "I want to learn how to make coffee from you. My coffee never tastes as good as yours."
"Okay, I'll teach you." The aunt smiled.
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