[Ferocious Mountain Flower × Face-Slapping Fiction] Her husband was away for three years. When he came back, he brought home not savings, but a pregnant mistress.
Li Fengxia smashed the family portrait. That night, she sold the silver bangle from her dowry and used a bamboo cage to hold on to the last of her dignity. “I can divorce him and still make money, can’t I?”
When her bamboo rat farm made the county news, Chen Mingyuan, the arrogant forestry bureau technician, kicked down her bamboo fence for the third time. “A widow from the village has no business talking about industrial planning!” Yet when she raised her bamboo-cleaving knife, he handed her a subsidy application, the tips of his ears bright red.
When phoenix flowers bloomed across the mountains, the brother-in-law who had once cursed her for squandering the family’s money knelt and begged for a share of the profits, while her sarcastic mother-in-law brought her a basin of water to wash her feet.
Li Fengxia stroked her pregnant belly and smiled. “Those who said I’d bring my husband to ruin, whose faces are those abacus beads hitting now?”
