In order to save the family embroidery shop, I had to marry a capitalist boss. On the wedding night, he coldly threw away the contract: "After three years of divorce, the embroidery workshop will be yours." I nodded in agreement and silently used the resources he gave me to revive Suzhou embroidery. When my work was collected by the museum and foreign consortiums were bidding for it at exorbitant prices, he blocked me in front of the embroidery stand with red eyes: "Honey, can the contract be changed to a lifetime?"
