Summary
Professor Shen’s bound-foot wife has decided to get a divorce.
A summer breeze drifted by as I leaned against my mother’s knee, counting the stars.
Mother said that bound-foot wife wasn’t very bright, making a fuss about a divorce over nothing more than a qipao.
“Mr. Shen used the money for her qipao to pay for a female student’s tuition. Isn’t that a good deed, a way to earn merit?”
“I truly feel for Mr. Shen, having such a deadweight for a wife.”
“Arranged childhood marriages from the old days-when has one ever turned out well?”
I tilted my head and happened to see that bound-foot woman on the windowsill, bent over as she washed clothes.
She could hear them, yet she didn’t look up. Just as they described, she was a simpleton.