Raw Ridge

At forty years old, she holds tens of millions of assets, a stable residence and an independent life. Outsiders see her calmly establishing herself now, but they don't know that this counterattack path is extremely laborious. She has a pear-shaped figure with a large Northeastern frame, thick legs, and small eyes. People always make fun of her, saying that she looks good at warding off evil spirits. She looks like a rugged man on the outside, but is soft and kind on the inside, and is often bullied for this reason. When she was young, her teacher asserted that she lacked intelligence and had slow reaction times. She always had to polish things over and over again to learn things. She didn't have any cleverness, so she could only rely on countless repetitions, cherish time like gold, and move forward little by little. When he was young, he lived in a drafty old house, surrounded by rats and insects. A bout of pneumonia left him with lifelong asthma. Parents quarreled and domestically abused her throughout her teenage years. During her senior year in high school, she had no money to eat, and her simple demands were only met with abuse. For several years in college, she worked all year round, running gymnastics, delivering meals, substituting classes, and tutoring for others, all in exchange for a meager income. She finally got a postgraduate admission notice, but reluctantly gave up because she couldn't afford the tuition. She believed that marriage was a safe haven in life, treated her husband's family well, continuously subsidized her family of origin, and endured it for seven years, fully expecting to discover her husband's betrayal when she gave birth to a child through in vitro fertilization. The moment her dream was shattered, she stopped pleasing anyone, cut off all relationships that consumed her, and immersed herself in hard work. Without the blessing of beauty, family background, or extraordinary talent, it all relied on persistence and repetition day after day. Until the age of forty, my net worth was finally stable. No one ever gave her a lift. The wind and rain did not bury her, but allowed her to grow her own backbone in the wilderness.