Li Jinhua had an emotional breakdown and hit Dong Lamei, and kept rambling on about how marrying Qin Jin would make her a rich lady, until her parents, thinking her crazy, locked her up.
If a loser could get rich, then pigs might fly.
Every day he'd ride around on a foreign bike, now wanting to beat up one person, now wanting to hit another, busy with fertilizers and weaving.
To this day, he still lives in two broken-down rooms, and the kitchen is just a makeshift shed.
The bowls in his house are either chipped or cracked.
If he were truly wealthy, why wouldn't he build a big-tiled house?
With his behavior, could he really live in a house bigger than the entire village? Why doesn't he just ascend to heaven?
The news of Li Jinhua's madness spread swiftly, reaching Li Qiao's ears, who could only sigh.
Fine and well she didn't study, but now she's caused harm.
Now it's over, isn't it?
Without the Li Family's harassment, her life was peaceful and at ease.
