Trashy Wife, Stop Pretending. I Know All Your Secrets!

Don't pretend, you scumbag wife. I came up with this name a bit early. It's actually the system that adds the miracle doctor stream, but I can't change it yet. I don't want to be nostalgic. The exciting part of the story lies precisely in the transformation of the protagonist from "tolerance" to "struggle". He was no longer the good old guy who had resigned himself to the situation, but in a desperate situation where he was completely "forced into a corner", he finally tore away the disguised peace and showed his edge. It may be that he seized an opportunity that was ignored by everyone with the professional skills accumulated over the years; it may be that he has clearly seen the rules of survival in the workplace and used wisdom to fight back those who suppressed him; or it may be that after the conflict in the family broke out, he reorganized the relationship with his family and won back understanding and respect. The nodes of each counterattack are just right. There is no cheating out of thin air, only the accumulation of time and effort, so that readers can feel a real relief while being "refreshed" - it turns out that the counterattack of middle-aged people does not need to rely on chance encounters from the sky, but relies on the accumulation and confidence hidden in the years. What's even more rare is that the novel doesn't fall into the cliché of "cheating all the way after a counterattack". The protagonist still has to face the responsibilities of middle-aged people on the way to counterattack. The characterization of these details makes "Counterattack" no longer a suspended story, but a middle-aged practice about "how to keep one's heart in a difficult situation and not forget the original intention after a comeback."