Summary
From the first day I married Pei Yuansong, I secretly started preparing for his bankruptcy.
He spent eight figures buying me a pile of Hermès bags. I turned around and sold them secondhand.
I saved every penny of the allowance he gave me each month.
“Marry a rooster, follow the rooster; marry a dog, follow the dog.”
That was what the parents who raised me in the village had taught me since I was little.
I went with him from a big villa to a three-bedroom apartment with a living room, then to a one-bedroom apartment with a living room.
Our homes kept getting smaller. His mood kept getting lower.
The day he went bankrupt, I took out all the money I’d secretly saved.
“Honey, this should be enough to help you get back on your feet, right?”
He looked at me, baffled, then opened a screen on his phone and held it toward me.
“191 4321 1234”
“Honey, is that your creditor’s phone number?”
“What phone number? That’s my account balance!”