Old Port Contract Wife

The day I slapped the divorce letter on the corner of Hongxing Sect's head table, Chen Ze stared at the plum blossom I had embroidered casually on the corner of the paper, his knuckles turned white when he pinched them. I thought he was going to throw away the piece of paper and scold me for being ungrateful, but the man turned around and knelt down at the door of Buzhuang - the sound of broken bricks made Xiao Tao spill the tea in his hands, but he said with red eyes and mutely: "Is three months enough?" Who would have thought that boss Hong Xing, who said "Don't cause trouble to me" with a cold face when signing the contract three months ago, would secretly repair the leaky roof of my cloth shop seven times; that he would sew him a horse embroidered with butterflies using scraps of scrap material. After wearing the gown, I would wear it to block the young ladies who came to propose marriage, saying, "Mrs. Hong Xing only approves of me." When I gave old clothes to homeless children, I would ask Aqiang to bring a whole box of fabrics, saying, "The boss lady does good deeds, and Hong Xing sponsors them." I thought I would be freed when the contract expired, but now this man was squatting by the dye vat, with indigo dye covering half of his face. He held up the "peacock" bellyband that he had embroidered in vain and asked: "Coco, can I, can I sign another one... For the rest of my life?"