On the day Jiang Hening died, her cousin married her fiancé in her wedding dress.
Before her mother was buried in the coffin, her cousin was already setting off firecrackers in the Zhao family yard.
When she knelt in the mud and breathed her last, the last thing she heard in her ears was Zhao Jianjun's words:
"He Ning, there's nothing she can do about Xiao Man... Just help us."
Complete?
OK.
I will live my whole life again so that you can go to hell together.
The first cut: The quota in the supply and marketing cooperative that my cousin wants? Cut off.
The second knife: Director Wu whose cousin fawns over him? I gave a cash backhand to the commune.
The third knife: Zhao Jianjun's family's unclear account? A letter of complaint was delivered to the county.
The fourth knife!
She held the most feared man in the commune on her arm and walked past Zhao Jianjun.
The man held her waist, rubbed his thumb on her waist, and asked:
"Is this your ex?"
"Yeah."
"Looks like this?"
"…What do you mean?"
He lowered his head and pressed it against her ear, his voice low and hoarse:
"I said - what kind of virtue does he have that makes him worthy of touching you?"
Zhao Jianjun's face turned green.
Jiang Xiaoman's face turned pale.
Jiang Hening smiled.
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This article is like a big stew, with all the elements included [laughs awkwardly]
This article is like a big stew, with all the elements included [laughs awkwardly]