"How I raise my child is none of your business. I should be the one asking you, how do you raise your daughter? Calling my guest 'little country bumpkin' and 'rural girl' right in front of me—is this the upbringing you've given her? You've really opened my eyes!"
"You... you..." Lu Meili was rendered speechless by Zhao Li's retort, stuttering in her rage. She turned her head and yelled at Lu Zhiwei, "Lu Zhiwei, look at the wife you've married! She talks to me like this, and you're not going to do anything about it?"
On the other side, Lu Zhiwei rubbed his temples, truly exhausted.
He stood up, walked over, and lowered his voice, "Big sister, today is Zhao Li's birthday. Can't you give her a break? And Jiaojiao is our honored guest. How does it look when you keep calling her a 'rural girl'?"
"So you're blaming me now!" Lu Meili was about to explode with anger, incredulously staring at Lu Zhiwei, unable to believe he was actually siding with an outsider against her.