Chapters 3

Chapters 3

My husband thinks I’m a “brother-obsessed parasite.”

He thinks this because I’ve poured my heart and soul into supporting my eldest brother. I used my husband’s money to secure him a Beijing household registration, bought him another apartment, and even set up a dedicated bank account for him with a substantial balance.

My husband turns a blind eye to it all. He isn’t as confident as he used to be.

That’s because he… isn’t really performing well lately.

He used to be able to last three minutes.

Now, he can barely get it up at all.

He lasts less than a minute.

Meanwhile, I am still young and beautiful.

Sometimes, because he’s so useless, I get a bit impatient. Aside from getting his spit all over my face, what good is he?

Perhaps to compensate for my lack of satisfaction in that department, my husband doesn’t voice any objections to my parasitic behavior toward my brother.

As I’ve gotten older, my needs have only grown.

But my husband simply cannot satisfy me.

Since my needs make him feel like he’s losing face, he applied for another overseas assignment.

He isn’t even worried about me cheating while he’s gone.

After all, I always present myself as very plain and honest. I constantly rail against men and women who cheat online, projecting an image of someone with incredibly rigid moral values.

After finishing my master’s degree, I found a job.

At work, I met someone who completely swept me off my feet.

He was tall and handsome, lacking the shyness of a college student but without that sense of middle-aged impotence my husband had. He was only twenty-eight, high-spirited, an Ivy League graduate at the perfect age to take on the world.

He worked in investment banking.

We started an affair.

Then, I accidentally got pregnant again.

I really do have a body that conceives easily.

After seeing him for a while, I started showing when I was seven months pregnant, so I ran away.

I went back to my hometown to give birth and registered the child under my parents’ names.

By the time my husband returned, my “second younger brother” was already six months old.

Ever since I bought that apartment for my eldest brother, my husband had been reluctant to give me large sums of money, but he still gave me tens of thousands every month for household expenses.

I gathered up the luxury goods, jewelry, and shoes he usually gifted me, added the household money I’d saved, and even maxed out some credit cards for cash advances. I pooled it all together and bought an apartment for my second younger brother.

A frugal rural woman like me doesn’t need luxury goods. I only need a bit of meat and vegetables every month; I have no use for tens of thousands in living expenses.

As for the nannies we hired, I fired them all.

My mother could handle the cleaning.

I ruined my husband’s clothes a few times while washing them, but I eventually learned how to do it properly.