[Violent Shanhua × Slap-in-the-Face Literature] My husband went away for three years, and what he brought back was not his savings, but his pregnant lover.
Li Fengxia smashed a family photo, sold her wedding silver bracelet that night, and used a bamboo cage to hold on to her last dignity: "You can get a divorce, but can't you make money?"
When the bamboo rat breeding farm alarmed the county TV station, Chen Mingyuan, an arrogant technician from the Forestry Bureau, kicked down her bamboo fence for the third time: "Is a village widow qualified to talk about industrial planning?" But when she picked up the bamboo chopping knife, the tips of her ears were red and she handed over the policy subsidy form.
When the phoenix flowers were everywhere in the mountains and fields, her brother-in-law, who had scolded her for being a prodigal, knelt down and begged for dividends, and her eccentric mother-in-law took the initiative to bring her foot-washing water.
Li Fengxia stroked her pregnant belly and smiled softly: "The abacus beads that were said to be my husband back then have fallen on whose face now?"
