After discovering yet another mistress Jiang Chengning was keeping outside the estate, I asked for a divorce.
He looked at me coldly and did not say a single word to make me stay.
I went to another town and rented a house. That very night, some lecher crept into my bedroom.
In my panic, I smashed his head in and killed him. His family was determined to make me pay with my life.
But I did not die. I spent a month in prison. When I was finally released, the daylight was so blinding I could hardly open my eyes.
Jiang Chengning’s face was a blur before me.
“Yingying is a woman living all alone out there, and surviving is as difficult for her as it was for you. Now that you’ve experienced it yourself, can you understand her?”
This time, I did not raise my voice and argue as I used to. I only stayed silent. His voice softened.
“I never truly wanted to divorce you. I only wanted to teach you a lesson. From now on, don’t make trouble with me over Yingying again. She has not had it easy.”
I nodded obediently. Jiang Ying had not had it easy.
And Jiang Chengning could just as easily make sure I did not have it easy either.
I returned to the Jiang Family and became his wife again. Once more, he brought up taking Jiang Ying as a concubine.
This time, I agreed. Not only did I feel sorry for Jiang Ying, that poor woman-I went on to feel sorry for one woman after another.
Only much later did Jiang Chengning realize something was wrong and demand to know why I no longer cared about him the way I used to.
I sighed and explained, “None of them have had it easy.”
