Li Xiu'e died in the winter when she was sixty-seven years old.
I have served my parents-in-law for thirty years and been beaten by my husband for twenty years. None of my three children can be trusted.
Before she died, she was lying in the hospital corridor with no one around to bring hot water.
When she opened her eyes again, she went back to 1983, the moment when she went to the church to get married.
Lifting her red hijab, she smiled in front of the whole village:
"Zhang Baoqiang, pay the gambling debt you owe yourself. I won't get married."
Her stepmother scolded her for being unfilial, her mother-in-law said she was unruly, and the whole village was waiting to see her laugh.
Li Xiu'e didn't believe in this fate.
Setting up stalls, opening shops, and running factories, she made her poor life full of life with her hands; whoever bullied her, she would repay him twice as much.
But she didn't expect——
The poorest man in the village, with scars on his face, who couldn't beat a fart with three sticks,
He would follow her behind without saying a word and pamper her like a treasure.
