Spring Breezes Through the Peach Blossoms

I’d been married into the Wang family for three years when my mother-in-law called me a “barren hen.” The truth was that her son was the one who couldn’t have children. Yet when she insulted me, he was too spineless even to raise his head.

But I never imagined they could stoop so low as to lock his mentally disabled cousin in my room to “sire a child.”

I smashed the window and escaped.

The whole village said I was crazy, ruined, and disgraced. But Wang Chuan, the “local tyrant” everyone feared, poured me a bowl of hot water in a shack late one night and said:

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Later, I learned that true redemption isn’t waiting for someone to save you. It’s climbing out of the pit yourself, then turning a terrible hand into a winning one.

From a mountain village wife cast out with nothing to my own business, the first mountain-products brand in the region: I didn’t rely on my family or luck. I relied on one thing:

Anyone who dares to trample on me will find me standing ten times higher.