The Proud Little Husband of Madam Zhai's Family

The late spring rain was wrapped in chill, and Zhai Erniang knelt in front of her mother's grave. The paper money in her hand, like her life, slowly turned dark. My brother's wedding is scheduled for June next year, and my father is anxious to marry her off to prevent anyone from gossiping about her. She didn't want to get married, she was extremely afraid of the bloodshed in the delivery room behind the scenes. She didn't want to be like her mother, who worked hard for half her life, and finally died in the delivery bed, and the child had to call others mother. On the way back, a faint whimper came from the bushes. A civet cat was curled up there, blood dripping from its hind legs, looking at her with round eyes. So pitiful, just like her. At night, she confided to the civet cat, which was gradually recovering: "It would be great if women didn't have to marry..." The civet cat licked her fingertips and purred softly in its throat. Until one full-moon night, the little beast beside the pillow turned into a young man in white, with a serious look on his face: "If you don't want to marry someone else, how about marrying me?" He can block the rumors urging her to get married, protect her from the fear of childbirth, and accompany her to see all the mountains and rivers in the world. Zhai Erniang looked at her reflection in his eyes and smiled on her face. This marriage in the name of repaying a favor turned out to be the most cunning redemption delivered by fate. Intention: Loving yourself is the beginning of everything good