The Day My Daughter Begged Me for Money, I Ran Away That Night

My husband died unexpectedly. On the seventh night after his death, my 19-year-old daughter shoved me and stormed off. She didn't know that her push would let me see the future in a dream:

The man she would later kneel and beg me to accept would show his true colors after I handed over the compensation money. He would beat her while she was pregnant, causing her to give birth prematurely. He would force me to work in my old age and hand over money every month. At 52, I would die of cancer in a rented room.

My daughter would stand numb before my grave, with my granddaughter, who had also suffered domestic abuse, by her side.

I thought it was nothing but a nightmare.

The next day, Fang Zhiqiang showed up empty-handed to ask for my daughter's hand, and demanded a dowry from me.

My daughter dropped to her knees in front of me. “Mom! I'm your only child. What's yours is mine, isn't it?”

I looked at the hand she had placed protectively over her belly and smiled. “Fine. I'll give you my blessing!”

I transferred the 100,000-yuan dowry on the spot. She complained I was stingy, while he said, “It's okay, Auntie. I'll take care of you when you're old.”

At five the next morning, I took my late husband's portrait and disappeared without a trace.

I heard that after I left, he sweet-talked her into buying him a car. I heard that when she was eight months pregnant, he beat her so badly she gave birth prematurely.

Meanwhile, in another city, I met the right man.

I thought that was how my life would go from then on.

Until the day I received a call asking for help from my daughter: Mom...