Ding Xiazhi was raised as a boy and forced to marry a capitalist’s daughter, with an injured capitalist heir thrown in as a bonus.
Every night, the capitalist heiress cried, “Don’t touch me!”
Ding Xiazhi swore up and down, even huddled in a corner, but was still kicked out.
“Go sleep in my brother’s room!”
Her brother-in-law was handsome and delicate, but he was always tugging at her belt.
“We’re both men. Let me see if you really can’t perform.”
That’s right, she really couldn’t!
She didn’t have the equipment, so she couldn’t perform!
Then one day, she lost a lot of blood. She thought everyone would figure it out.
Instead, the villagers spread the news:
“Xiazhi lost that thing! The Ding family really is going to die out!”
Ten years later, Ding Xiazhi drove a luxury car and lived in a mansion, yet she still loved chewing on discounted steamed buns.
Her mother-in-law, a traditional Chinese medicine doctor: “I’m going to provide free medical care, but we’re short on medicine and supplies.” Okay, I’ll support you.
Her father-in-law at the Commerce Bureau: “The country’s poor. We’re out of foreign currency.” Got it. I’ll get you some tomorrow.
Her brother-in-law, a bridge engineer: “The budget is just a little short.” Okay, I’ll do my best.
Her sister-in-law, an aspiring filmmaker: “I want to make a movie.” Great idea. I’ll go borrow the money.
Her husband, an aerospace expert: “Here’s a medal of honor. It’s for you.”
Ding Xiazhi broke down: “You’re still alive, damn it? I thought you’d died in the line of duty too!”
