In the third year after marrying my husband who was in a vegetative state, I became the Lu family's free caregiver and punching bag.
My mother-in-law said, "If you come from the countryside and marry into a wealthy family, you are blessed to have cultivated your life for eight lifetimes."
The sister-in-law said, "Sister-in-law, my brother's illness won't be cured, so just accept your fate and take care of him."
Even the servant dared to roll his eyes at me: "Do you really think of yourself as a young mistress?"
I endured it.
Because what I am waiting for is the day when he wakes up.
That day, Lu Chenfeng finally opened his eyes.
I pushed the door open with chicken soup that had been simmering for three years, and saw a woman wearing a low-cut nurse uniform in his arms.
Those were the "good sisters" I personally recruited and taught him while he was in coma.
The mother-in-law rushed over and slapped her: "Why are you crying in mourning? Didn't you see that Chen Feng just woke up? Get out!"
The sister-in-law said in a strange tone: "Sister-in-law, Nurse Wang is very professional in taking care of my brother. What do you, a rural woman, know?"
Lu Chenfeng glanced at me coldly: "What are you looking at? Get out and I'll talk to you about divorce later."
I laughed.
Three years of excrement and urine earned this family the humiliation.
That's good, so I don't have to feel guilty about doing it.
I walked to the end of the corridor and dialed a phone number:
"Hey, are you importing medicine? Lu Chenfeng's batch of 30,000 yuan per day special medicine will be stopped starting today."
Three minutes later, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the hospital.
Five minutes later, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, Lu Chenfeng, and the mistress all knelt in front of me.
The mother-in-law cried and shouted: "Niannian, you can't do this! That's your husband!"
The sister-in-law kowtowed: "Sister-in-law, I was wrong.
