I spent five years struggling in the big city and missed the New Year at home for two years. When I finally returned in the twelfth lunar month, I learned that the village bully had seized my widowed mother's ancestral grave land and tormented her without mercy. Everyone urged me to accept my fate. Only my ordinary boyfriend of four years, who drove a beat-up car, quietly stood in front of me. That was when I learned that the identity he had kept hidden was powerful enough to protect my entire world.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Wang Manli sat ramrod straight at her workstation, fingers still tapping out the final quarterly report. She wore a sharply tailored navy skirt suit, its hem just two fingers above her knees and its waist cinched tight, outlining a slim figure...
