Feng Qingxue pressed a handkerchief to the corners of her eyes, the picture of a wife wronged.
With her strikingly beautiful features, anyone would think she had been greatly wronged when she made that expression.
"I haven't visited my parental home for seven years since getting married, but on a whim today, before returning to the military unit, I wanted to take a look at my childhood home, where I lived with my younger sister before marrying my revolutionary companion. It's a place I was born and raised, a place I cannot stop thinking about. But who knew that the entire Caohu production brigade would be shrouded in a dismal haze, governed by a good-for-nothing, grain-illiterate, and utterly vile old bachelor as the brigade leader, who degraded the former leader and his wife, leaving them less than human!"
