On the day her daughter was born, her husband gave her away for three yuan.
But he took his lover's son home, changed him into brand new clothes, and put a small gold lock on him.
"Qing Qing has just passed away. The child cannot live without his parents. I want him to feel the warmth of the family."
"Daughters are losers. Raise Nian Qing well. Your luck will be behind you in the future."
I worked hard to raise him so that he could become the first top scorer in the college entrance examination.
But my husband showed up with his dead lover in hand and accused me in public.
"Su Xiao, it was because you couldn't give birth to a son and took away Qingqing's child that she has been depressed all these years. Now it's time for you to give Nian Qing back to her!
I looked at my son and smiled secretly: "Okay. "
