When my father came back, I was returning from the home of my cousin, who had stolen my dowry and tried to steal my fiancé, with several nieces and nephews in tow. We all held our heads high like victorious generals, our arms full of spoils. Not only had we reclaimed my dowry, we had also caught two chickens from Third Uncle's family. As for my cousin and that scumbag's wedding, we'd naturally turned it into a complete mess. Unlike my nieces and nephews, who were over the moon, I wasn't all that excited. I was only taking back what was mine. It wasn't anything to be proud of. I had merely broken one of that scumbag's ribs and swollen my cousin's face with a beating. I was already showing remarkable restraint, after all, I hadn't even
