When I opened my eyes, I became a factory flower in the 1990s who was accused of having "bad work style" and was about to be sent to a labor camp.
In order to protect myself, I gritted my teeth and got married to Shen Yanzhou, the most cold-faced engineer in the factory who no one dared to mess with.
I thought it was a plastic marriage where we wouldn't disturb each other. But after the marriage, this man who smelled like machine oil pressed me against the wall again and again, with a hoarse voice:
"Lin Yanqiu, if you flirt again, your legs will be broken."
