I have an ordinary appearance, but I bought a handsome sin slave to be my husband. He thought I was vulgar and would rather work as a coolie, so he overturned the verdict and returned to Beijing. Before leaving, he said, "Jiang Mingyue, you are only worthy of marrying a butcher." I believed it, and turned around and accepted half a fan of pork from the butcher next door as a betrothal gift. But as soon as the hijab was lifted on the wedding night, my ex-husband who had returned from redressing his case kicked in the door and grabbed my wrist. "Who allowed you to marry me?" I shook him off and sneered, "Master Taifu, you said so eloquently that I am the most suitable match for a butcher - why, now you are regretting it?"
