My name is Zhang Fang, I am 56 years old, I have been single for 20 years, I run a motorcycle parts factory, I have money, a house and a career.
His name is Liu Yang, 32 years old, a hardware salesman, 180 centimeters tall, and with good facial features.
He chased me for more than a year, sending flowers, cooking, and saying "honey" to me every day.
I was moved and married him regardless of the age difference.
I gave him a 200-square-meter flat in the city.
Give him thirty thousand pocket money every month,
Buy him a Mercedes-Benz S450,
He also provided money to renovate the house in his hometown.
I thought it was true love in old age,
Until I saw him embracing a beautiful young girl.
Until I heard him say to his friend:
"I don't know how rich she is, but it's enough for me."
It turns out that a year of deep love is all about acting.
All tenderness is just to calculate my money.
This time, I won't be soft-hearted.
I take back the house, car, and money.
Let him know that soft rice doesn't taste good and he really can't be bullied.
