The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

But she had to admit, in this game she had become serious, and so she lost thoroughly.

She had lived for decades and always thought she understood the affairs between men and women clearer than anything else. Once upon a time, when she casually discussed men with her best friend, she would boldly proclaim, "Men are of only two types, one is after Miss’s money, the other is after Miss’s face. No matter which type he is, they share one name, scumbag, and Miss couldn’t care less!"

Now, Jin Zijin had used and calculated her in such a way; such a piece of trash, shouldn’t she have thrown a rock down on him as he fell off the cliff?

To not kill him with the fall would have been to crush him with the stone! That would have been right!

That’s how it should have been, at least.

But why did she leap after him without a second thought?

Tears blinded her eyes; as she plummeted off the cliff, her mind was filled with his tall stature, his broad back that gave her a sense of security, and those arms warmer than the summer sun...

Atop the cliff, there was also a voice filled with wailing and screaming.