Divorce
Choose Her Over Me? I’m Out!
Seven years after marrying the devoted second male lead, she came back.
She had quarreled with the male lead and stood in the rain at my doorstep:
“Brother Meng, I have nowhere else to go.”
My usually gentle and steady husband, Meng Heshu, lost his temper:
“I’ll go settle this with him!”
Even my seven-year-old son, Meng Bai, waved his fists:
“Fairy, don’t cry. When I grow up, I’ll marry you.”
While they all scrambled to cheer her up,
I was trapped on a fishing boat by a sudden downpour – I had gone out to buy river fish.
The boatman was shouting toward the shore, trying to attract passengers:
“Anyone else going to Qingzhou?”
I looked down at my basket – I had just bought three cutlassfish and had one tael of silver left.
I handed a tael of silver to the boatman and asked:
“How far can I get with one tael of silver?”
A Love Forged in Resentment
I met someone named Chen Ye.
Everyone says he is loyal, kind, and a rare good person in this world.
But I think he is vulgar, hypocritical, and the most despicable and shameless scoundrel in the world.
Yet I kind of like him.