Summary
My dad is the Prince of the Beijing Circle.
My mom is a Fishmonger Girl.
No one in Beijing City ever had high hopes for their marriage.
Finally, when I was seven years old, my dad lost his memory in a car accident.
As soon as he woke up, he started causing a scene, demanding a divorce.
“I must have been insane to have such eccentric tastes as to marry a fishmonger!” he sneered.
The Fu Family was secretly delighted.
They immediately notified his White Moonlight to hurry up and take her place.
The ward door opened, and in walked a woman wearing fluorescent pink rain boots paired with a floral rubber apron.
My dad sucked in a sharp breath.
“The White Moonlight?” he said in a low, heavy voice. “Heh, her tactics are certainly impressive.”
But that was just my mom, who had just finished gutting fish and come straight over.