Raising My Husband’s Child in the 1980S: My Good Fortune Is Yet to Come

On the day our daughter was born, my husband took three yuan and gave her away. But he brought home his mistress's son, dressed him in brand-new clothes, and fastened a little gold lock pendant around his neck. “Qingqing just passed away. A child can't grow up without parents. I want him to feel the warmth of a family.” “Daughters are money pits. Raise Nianqing well, and you'll be rewarded in the future.” I poured my heart and soul into raising him, and put him through school until he became the top scorer in the college entrance exam. Then my husband showed up with his dead mistress and accused me in front of everyone. “Su Xiao, you couldn't have a son, so you stole Qingqing's child. That's why she's been depressed all these years. Now it's time for you to give Nianqing back to her!” I glanced at my son and smiled knowingly. “All right.”