Qi Sinian had one rule for his affairs: his mistresses had to know their place.
Any woman who dared show herself in front of his wife would be dealt with by the next day.
And still they kept coming.
Because I, Mrs.
Qi, was so easy to push around.
To marry Qi Sinian, I had signed a prenup.
If we divorced, I would leave with nothing.
Later, to be allowed to have our child, I agreed to send him to the family estate.
I could see him only once a month.
I had no power, no connections, no family or friends.
All I knew was beauty treatments and flower arranging.
Then another of Qi Sinian’s mistresses came to gloat.
“He’s so bad.
He kept me on my knees all night.
They’re still swollen.”
Smiling, I set down my scissors and led her to fetch something.
When she wasn’t looking, I pushed her inside.
“Since you’ve worked so hard, take a couple of days off.
Don’t see anyone for the next two days.”
