Let’s start with the conclusion: I, Su Wanqing, a sickly woman, married the poorest man in the village, who was also its fiercest.
Everyone said we were a busted pot paired with a broken lid, and that we were doomed to fail together.
But they didn’t know…
The pauper they saw was the heir to one of the capital’s top families, “exiled” far from home.
And inside my sickly body lived the soul of a master physician.
So things started going wildly off track:
While the whole village lived on cornbread, our family had white rice, fine flour, and fatty pork.
Villagers: “…” Gu Huaian must have stolen it!
I became the province’s top scorer, and he got into the same university with top marks.
Villagers: “…” Su Wanqing must have used some kind of witchcraft!
Later, a car drove into the village, and an important figure respectfully asked him to return to the capital.
The whole village was stunned!
Later still, I became a nationally renowned medical authority.
The whole world was stunned!
Li Xiulian and Su Yumei wailed and sobbed. “That wealth and status should have been ours!”
My husband, Gu Huaian, with a cold expression: “My wife says you’ve got something wrong with your heads. She recommends electric shock therapy.”
Me: “No, I think burying them would be less trouble.”
