In Order to Vent My Anger, My Husband, an Academician, Married a Cleaning Girl from a Technical Secondary School.

In the name of flattery, my husband took away my position as chief researcher and signed the results with Dong Di's name. Even when my son was seriously ill and dying, in order to comfort Dong Di, he even refused to come to see me for the last time. The day my son died, I waited for him at the entrance of the hospital all day, only to wait until Dong Di mocked my circle of friends. Only then did I understand that the so-called "praising and killing game" was just a fig leaf for his change of heart. I left in despair, but he regretted it endlessly.