On our third wedding anniversary, I received two gifts at once.
One was a pregnancy test: I was expecting his child.
The other was a divorce agreement: He had moved his pregnant first love into our home and wanted me to leave with nothing.
With his arm around her, he sneered at me. “You're just a housewife. How will you survive without me?”
I smiled, signed my name, and walked away. Using the medical skills passed down through my family, I saved Kyoto's richest man. He gave me a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in return, and I began my life anew.
Five years later, my acupuncture needles had saved countless lives, and my fame had spread throughout the capital. People called me the “Divine Doctor Princess.”
The twins at my side, a boy and a girl, were exceptionally bright and widely hailed as child prodigies.
Meanwhile, my ex-husband knelt in the pouring rain all night, eyes red.
“Wanwan, I was wrong. Please give me one more chance.”
I took my little daughter's hand and looked down with a faint smile. “Sweetheart, tell this gentleman...”
In her sweet little voice, she said something astonishing:
“If you want to date my mommy, please go over there and take a number first.”
