In the third year of my trial marriage to Lu Mingye, his mother cornered me outside a shopping mall and slapped me repeatedly.
She cursed me: “You shameless slut, clinging to my son and refusing to let go. It’s been three years, and he still won’t marry you. Don’t you have any self-respect?”
The onlookers pointed and whispered, condemning me as ill-mannered and shameless.
I tried desperately to speak, to tell them it wasn’t like that. I was clearly Lu Mingye’s “Wu Han,” the woman he’d won after fighting off three Tibetan mastiffs.
He’d once told me I was his treasure!
But before I could say a word, I spotted him through a gap in the crowd, walking by with his arm around a glamorous, slender woman.
She whispered something in his ear. He tilted his head and kissed the corner of her mouth, making her pout coyly.
Lu Mingye’s mother grabbed my hair and forced me to look at their retreating figures, her voice dripping with scorn.
“See that? She’s the proper daughter-in-law of the Lu family. A wild chicken like you should go back to wherever you came from.”
I laughed and stood up, clutching my stomach.
Fine. As it happens, I don’t want to stay in Haicheng anymore either!
