Back to the 1980s: Becoming the Villain's Lucky Wife

Qin Zhonghui had always known that, not counting his sister, he was the least favored of the three brothers.

As a child, he had to wear his older brother’s hand-me-down clothes and shoes. Before dropping out of school after junior high, the stationery he used was almost always his brother’s used or broken cast-offs.

He could have actually gone to high school, but his family said there was no money and wouldn’t let him.

Then, whenever his parents talked to other people, they would say their second son was slow-witted, not suited for studying, and nowhere near as smart as their youngest son, Qin Jiqun.

But who would have thought that Qin Jiqun would attend junior high for just one day before refusing to go back, claiming it was too tiring?

Because of this, Qin Zhonghui was incredibly envious of his younger brother, and deep down, he felt it was unfair.

But he knew he could never compare to his younger brother. As children, his little brother got new clothes and shoes every New Year. Whenever they went to the market, his parents would buy anything the boy wanted.

His little brother always got first pick of everything in the house.

Back then, Qin Zhonghui could only tell himself to be the mature one, since his little brother was younger than him.

Later, after they grew up, his older brother married a woman from the city and found a job in the county seat. Even so, their parents still spent money to buy his sister-in-law a bicycle.

When it was his little brother’s turn to get married, their parents were even more generous, buying him the three major items outright.

But when he and Su Yun got married, not only did they not have their own home, but their parents only gave Su Yun a single silver bracelet and a few quilts. In reality, that bracelet wasn’t even bought for her. It had originally been part of a pair, but since one was lost, they just gave the remaining one to Su Yun.

Qin Zhonghui knew his wife had been wronged. He always tried his best to be good to her, thinking that would be enough to make it up to her.

It wasn’t until today that Qin Zhonghui finally realized his family had been taking his forbearance and his maturity for granted all these years.

If it were just him, he could let it go.

But he was a husband now, and the father of two children. He was the pillar of this family.

How could he let his wife and children suffer because of his own weakness?

Mr. Qin was utterly shocked. He said in astonishment, ”Are you trying to rebel? I’m not dead yet! What’s this nonsense about splitting the family?”

Now that the hardest words were out, Qin Zhonghui felt a sense of calm wash over him.

He said, ”My older brother and his wife already split off from the family years ago. I didn’t because I thought my children were still too young. Now that they’re older, it’s time we split as well.”

Mr. Qin snatched up a nearby stick and was about to strike Qin Zhonghui when Qin Jiao’s eyes went cold. She suddenly shouted, ”Who’s there?!”

Mr. Qin froze mid-swing. He whipped his head around to look at Qin Jiao, who said with a dead-serious expression, ”Someone was just climbing over the wall.”

Mr. Qin cared about his reputation more than anything. If word got out that he’d beaten his son for wanting to split the family, it would be a huge loss of face.

He took a deep breath and said coldly, ”Is this all because I wouldn’t give you money to see a doctor?”

”No,” Qin Zhonghui was loyal, but he wasn’t a fool; he would never admit to that. He sighed. ”I don’t know if this hand will ever heal. If I’m crippled, I certainly won’t be able to work away from home. I’ll probably have to come back here and do manual labor, but some of those jobs might not even take me.”

Qin Jiao spoke up from the side. ”Dad, don’t be so down. Grandpa and Youngest Uncle won’t just stand by and let this happen to you. Even though Xiao Shi and I aren’t grown up yet, I’m sure Grandpa and Youngest Uncle will provide for you!”

Mr. Qin fell silent and looked up at his youngest son. But the expressions on the faces of Qin Jiqun and his wife had already soured. Feng Lan couldn’t hold back and whispered something in Qin Jiqun’s ear.