C228 Chapter 228

The wind cut like a knife, slipping through her coarse cotton shirt and seeping into her skin.

Old Madam Chen’s hands and feet were ice-cold, and a chill crept up her spine.

How had she forgotten what Mrs. Wan used to be like?

Someone who could keep the household running like clockwork—and make everyone fall in line—was never going to be a pushover.

In that moment