Jiang Zhiyu felt that he was probably born tough.
Half a year into their marriage, the first wife died in a car accident. After one year of marriage, he died suddenly of my second heart attack. She knelt at the door of her parents' home holding her two-month-old daughter in her arms. She knelt in the rain for half an hour. A sigh came from the door: "Let's go. Just treat your parents as dead."
Everyone said she was a disaster.
Until the Shen family came to the door.
Shen Yanting
The notoriously cold-faced Yama in Beijing circles was said to have killed three fiancées, and no one dared to marry or get close to him. Mother Shen held her hand, her eyes were red but she spoke simply: "Girl, my son has a tough life and is not afraid of defeat. It's good for you to come together and harm each other."
The wedding was rushed like a transaction. No ring, no vows, just a red background photo. He had a cold face the whole time, but after taking the photo, he put his coat on her shoulders: "Don't freeze, the baby still needs to feed."
She thought this was a life of partnership where everyone got what they needed.
Until her ex-husband's family came to snatch the child, she was so desperate that she wanted to kneel down, but he pulled her up and protected her behind her. Those people called her a bad luck, bad luck, and disaster. After hearing this, he just said lightly:
"If you die, it's mine."
At that moment, Jiang Zhiyu realized that there was really a person in this world who was not afraid of being implicated by her, but was afraid that she would be wronged.
——Everyone said that she had a tough life, until she met someone who was even tougher.
