The day my family went bankrupt, my fiancée turned around and married the man she had always loved.
I said nothing and married Feng Xiaoyuan, who had confessed her feelings for me to help me out.
After we married, I cared for her, paralyzed from the waist down, for seven whole years.
Then, on the day she stood up again, I happened to hear her speaking French with her best friend.
“Xiaoyuan, are you really going to spend your whole life with him? What if your dear older brother gets his heart broken again?”
Feng Xiaoyuan peeled a shrimp for our daughter and answered unhurriedly.
“Of course not! My brother is my brother, and he is he. How could I bear to make my brother sad?”
“I'm just like Mom. I like my handsome uncle too, and I hate my ugly dad,” our daughter chimed in in French.
But they didn't know that I understood French.
I didn't want to spend the rest of my life eating this half-cooked meal either.
