At the matchmaking banquet, Fu Qingshen knelt before Lin Yiwei with flowers in one hand and a ring in the other. “Marry me.”
Lin Yiwei bent down. “Big brother, do you have any idea what kind of fate you have? You’re cursed to be alone, a jinx to your wife. This time, are you dumping me in some remote mountain wilderness or the desert? Why not just give me a quick death and stab me? Or, if you think that’s too bloody and too much trouble, give me a shovel and I’ll dig my own grave and bury myself. At least my body will stay in one piece. And as for all those women around you, let’s not even talk about someone like Xia Qing Tian, who could make the whole world tremble just by stomping her foot. Let’s take Bai Xue, for example. Look at her face, look at her figure. If she stood next to me, shed a few tears, and said she wanted you, I swear I’d pack you up and deliver you to her on the spot.”
Her sister-in-law said, “That could really happen. It’s not like we’ve never done it before.”
Her husband’s buddy said, “What a badass sister-in-law! Brother Shen has a long road ahead of him if he wants to win her back.”
