Childcare
Insufficient Balance
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but this card has insufficient funds.”
I froze for a heartbeat before quickly handing over another one.
The red light flashed again.
“I’m sorry, this card is also declined.”
“…What?”
I steadied my breathing and dialed my husband’s number.
“Honey, haven’t you been paid yet? The baby is out of formula.”
His voice through the receiver was devoid of warmth.
“A household isn’t supported by one person alone. I expect you to learn how to be independent instead of living like some pathetic parasite.”
With those words, he declared war.
Fine.
Then let the hunt begin.
Knowing Spring
On the day my elder sister died of illness, I took my nephew to the Marquis’s Mansion to claim kinship.
The Second Young Master of the Marquis’s Mansion was in the middle of his wedding, and the place was bustling with celebration.
When the Marchioness saw the jade pendant I brought out, she nearly fainted.
She hid behind a screen and, suppressing her anger, said, “If the Chancellor’s Daughter finds out about the evil deed he committed, this marriage will be ruined!”
An old nanny offered her advice in a low voice.
“Madam, don’t panic. Back then, the Second Young Master said that woman had been drugged and never saw his face clearly.
“It was only because he left in such a hurry that he dropped this family heirloom jade pendant and gave someone leverage over him.
“Since this woman has come looking for us, we can simply pin the whole matter on the Eldest Young Master.”
I had possessed astonishingly sharp hearing since childhood, so I heard every word of their little conspiracy.
In truth, whether it was the Eldest Young Master or the Second Young Master made no difference to me.
It did not matter who became my husband.
What mattered was that my nephew would have a good place to study.
The Marquis Manor Clan School had a great scholar of the current dynasty presiding over it.
It would not waste his natural gifts.
She Has Been in the Wind for Two Years
She Has Been in the Wind for Two Years
Synopsis: Two years after my wife passed away, I still received messages from her every day and ate the dinners she had “arranged” for me.
I thought she had never truly left-until one late night, when I followed a text begging for help back home and realized I had been living all along inside the Fengli she left behind for me.