My Husband Is a Filial Son to a Fault

My husband is a blindly filial son.

To care for his sick mother, he could leave me right after I'd given birth and walk out the door.

He could secretly take his mother to a big city for treatment and be gone for half a year, without the slightest concern for whether his daughter and I lived or died.

Later, he heard a folk remedy claiming that his mother could recover by eating a little girl's flesh. Without hesitation, he carved a piece from our daughter's body.

Her wound became infected, and she died.

I tried to stop him, so he beat me to death with a stick.

After I was reborn, he told me he was going to bring his mother to live with us.

I smiled. "Sure, sure. She's your mother, after all. It's only right."

This time, I'll take the path of the filial son and leave him with nowhere to go!