Summary
After a video of me cursing non-stop for two hours without repeating a single swear word went viral, a wealthy lady approached me.
“Ten million a month. Marry my son.”
I was about to open my mouth to call her a scammer when I heard her wipe away tears and say:
“He has a gentle temperament. After the accident, he’s often bullied. With your sharp tongue, you’re perfect to protect him.”
At the banquet, I looked at the refined man in a wheelchair being mocked and insulted yet silently enduring it without a word. My heart filled with pity, and I nodded in agreement.
Until one day, I caught sight of my frail husband sitting high at the head of the table, his eyes full of authority.
Coldly watching a group of people he had driven to bankruptcy kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.
Wait a second. Dear Mother-in-law, are you sure your son is frail and unable to care for himself?