Halfway through the wedding, my fiance, Pei Jue, suddenly had someone bring out a basin of foot-washing water. With red-rimmed eyes and heartfelt emotion, he took my hand and asked me to wash his mother's feet with him in front of everyone. "Zhaozhao, filial piety comes first. Today is our big day, so we mustn't forget the kindness of Mom raising us." The guests exchanged bewildered looks. Pei Jue's mother sat in a grand armchair, taking off her shoes and socks as if it were only natural. In my previous life, I swallowed my disgust and did it to keep the peace. After we married, his whole family used it to gaslight me, saying that if I could kneel and wait on someone in public, I could be their unpaid caretaker at home.
