On the day her engagement was called off, Lin Wang hummed a nursery rhyme as she sharpened her knife.
Her scumbag ex had barely started mocking her when a boning knife thunked into the dirt beside his foot.
Seeing the wet stain spreading across his crotch, Lin Wang tilted her head and smiled. “Weren't you pretty bold when you were fooling around with my cousin in the woodshed?”
Everyone in the village was terrified.
Then a black sedan pulled up at the village entrance, and a man stepped out, the very man even the bigwigs of Haishi had to bow to and call “Sir.”
He ignored the mess all around him and stopped in front of her, his tone so calm it was almost outrageous.
“Wangwang, come home with Dad.”
“We have plenty of knives at home. Play with whichever one you like.”
