The year Jianjian was born, the village had no harvest. My mother drank the local medicine from the village and drank two bowls of medicinal soup. She still fell to the ground crying in the twelfth lunar month.
The woman who delivered the baby smacked her lips and said, "This girl is worthless, she can't be beaten away."
From then on, she was called Jianjian, and her life was hard to come by.
When she was six years old, she was sold into the Fu family. Mrs. Fu was kind-hearted. Seeing that she was young and well-groomed, she said, "Please stay with the Second Young Master and be a maid."
Fu Jingbai was only seven years old at that time, an age that even dogs would dislike. The first time he saw Jianjian, he was lying on the porch playing crickets. He glanced up at her and said, "What's your name?"
"Bitch."
Fu Jingbai frowned: "It doesn't sound good. I'll call you Jianjian from now on. Jianjian will make you energetic."
That was the first time someone changed her name, and it was like taking her life back into her hands.
It's just that it's in his hands...
