The General Brought Another Woman Home Again - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

1
Lu Ting returned from his first military campaign, bringing back a frail, gentle woman.
“I am truly in love with Xing’er. I will marry no one but her.”
“Jin Xiangyu, let us divorce by mutual consent.”
Lin Xing’er shrank into Lu Ting’s arms, looking at me, and said in a soft, delicate voice,
“How pitiful. About to be swept out, aren’t you?”

2
“Divorce? Sure.
My things, I’m taking them with me.”
I took the divorce paper, patted my butt and stood up, walked around the magnificent Lu residence, pointing out item by item:
“The golden-thread nanmu bed, mine.
The Suzhou embroidered bamboo screen, mine.
The carved rosewood chair, mine.”
I sauntered over to the two of them and pointed at the imposing vermilion lacquered gate:
“Mine.”
Lu Ting frowned:
“What madness is this? Since when did the gate of my Lu Family become yours?”
Lin Xing’er chimed in:
“Seizing your husband’s family property, how shameless.”
I laughed:
“Lu Ting, open your damn eyes and take a good look. Did your courtyard gate look like this when I married in?”
Lu Ting stared fixedly at the gate, his brows furrowed so tightly they could trap a fly.
I kindly helped him recall:
“Your broken gate, crooked and leaning, leaking wind from every side.
This one now, I spent a fortune hiring craftsmen to forge this vermilion iron gate.
Inside the house, from the large bed and tables and chairs, down to the pots and pans, if it’s not my dowry, it’s something I bought with my dowry money.
What, you think you can just lift a leg and piss on it to claim it as yours?”
I then turned to Lin Xing’er, whose face had gone pale:
“And you, wanting to marry in here?
Sorry, the gate is mine.”

3
In the end, Old Madam Lu decided: give her a small sedan chair, carried in through the back door, to be his concubine.
Old Madam Lu consoled me:
“Lin Xing’er saved Ting’er’s life, and she is pregnant. After all, it is the Lu Family’s offspring, it can’t be born without a proper status.”
The old woman’s tone shifted, her eyes containing reproach:
“It’s also your fault, married for a year, yet your belly has shown no sign.”
I couldn’t help but tremble slightly, touching my lower abdomen: “When I received the news that my husband had been hit by a poisoned arrow and his life hung in the balance, in my shock and grief, I actually…”
I’d eaten three roasted pig trotters to calm my nerves, then sour jujube cakes to cut the grease, pear soup to quench my thirst, and spiced beef to satisfy my cravings.
My belly swelled up.
I gently stroked my lower abdomen, smiled a sorrowful smile, and staggered away.
Leaving Old Madam Lu stunned in place.