When he returned to China after studying abroad, Wen Yang was sent by his parents to visit his grandfather in the countryside and asked him to live in the town for half a year.
The young master walked twice in the dirt, and the legs of his custom-made trousers were stained with mud.
Grandpa leaned on the rocking chair and said slowly: "Ah Yang, you are a child who has been accustomed to fine clothes and fine food since childhood. You have to learn to endure hardships. Look at Suisui, what a good girl she is."
Wen Yang looked up and saw the man not far away wearing an apron and holding a kitchen knife to drive away the chickens.
What a nice girl?
Wen Yang didn't see anything good about it. He only remembered that she swung the sickle at him a few days ago.
But not long after, he rolled into Zhong Sui's bed and was abandoned by her.
"Wen Yang, don't bother me again."
He watched her put on her clothes and leave the bedroom without even giving him a look.
A few years later, Wen Yang met that cold-hearted woman again in Vanity Fair.
Zhong Sui looked at him, pretending to be frightened and said, "Sir, have we met before?"
Wen Yang sneered, "I've seen it before. On your bed, there is a red birthmark on the root of your leg."
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Zhong Sui realizes that he and Wen Yang are not in the same magnetic field.
He would confront her everywhere, and they would quarrel whenever their eyes met.
But after sleeping with him once in a daze, he could no longer get rid of him.
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