Jiang Manyi has been a widow for five years, and she finally felt more relaxed after her son went to school.
In the small county town, many people were jealous of her meager wealth. Matchmakers often came to her house to hold the red string, and three of them could barely make ends meet.
The first one matched her with money, coveted her beauty, and was ten years older than her. His first wife died young, leaving behind a son, two daughters, and a concubine.
The other two were about the same age as her. They came from scholarly families, had never married, and were poor in their own way. They said they would bring all their belongings into their husband's house.
Just when Manyi was worried, the dock pulled over and a charming, handsome young man came up.
At that time, Manyi was dumbfounded, and her cousin advised her coldly:
"See, that young man is very dignified. He is not a figure from our small county. As a widow, you'd better not bring shame on yourself."
Man Yi disagreed. The man was unmarried and the woman was a widow. Her dead husband would not rise from the grave to object. She would not suffer any loss, so what if she tried?
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"Sir, Boss Jiang left the handkerchief, I will send it back to her right now..."
"Come back, stupid, she wants me to see her alone..."
Later, Li Nuohua made up his mind to cut off the bad relationship and stop contacting each other.
"But... Young Master, Boss Jiang asked you to come over and have some sweet soup."
Okay, come right away! !
Later, someone was naked, hugging Qianqian's thin waist, and said in a mournful voice: "I am a widow with a lot of troubles in front of my door, but you are in front of my door with marriages coming one after another. It is impossible to guard against it. My good sister, my good Ayi, can we move?"
