"The Widowed Sister-in-Law is Like a Wife" - Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Twisted Fate

As darkness fell, snow began to fall slowly outside. Then the snow fell heavier and heavier, so thick that people could no longer see anything.
Fu Niang was dozing off under the oil lamp, her chin resting on her hand, the dim light illuminating her beautiful face.
Fu Niang's beauty wasn't the kind that immediately takes your breath away, but rather the kind that grows on you. Her face was delicate and charming, gentle and dignified. Her overall demeanor was also refined and graceful, typical of a southern girl.
Fu Niang was a famous beauty in the surrounding villages—at least before the faint scar about an inch long appeared on her cheek.
Everyone at Qi's shop knew that Fu Niang's husband was a scoundrel; when he was four years old, he was skinning frogs alive by the river. This man's evil was hidden beneath his seemingly kind and gentle exterior. Such people are terrifying; you never know when they will tear off their facade of kindness and reveal their true nature.
His true nature is violence and a penchant for abuse.
He loved physical training and disliked women—he only married to avoid his parents' nagging. His greatest hobby was hitting people. Whether outside or at home, he could be smiling one second and then grabbing something to beat someone the next. The scar on Fu Niang's face was from his drunken rampage on their wedding night.
That man would never know, even in death, that his brother harbored a deep-seated hatred for him because of that faint scar.
Those who do evil always die young. Fu Niang's husband joined the army the month after their marriage, and six months later, soldiers from the front lines came to deliver news of his death.
All he left Fu Niang was the scar on her face, a bare house, and a young younger brother.
A biting north wind squeezed in from outside the door, and Fu Niang, who was in her dream, couldn't help but shiver and wake up.
"What time is it? Why hasn't Dongsheng returned yet?" Fu Niang frowned worriedly. Just as she was about to get up and go out to check, she heard Da Huang barking a few times outside the door, followed by the sound of the wooden gate being pushed open.
"Sister-in-law, you're back." Dongsheng entered with a smile, shaking off the thick layer of snow on her body. Funiang quickly stepped forward to take the bundle from her hands and took off her wet coat.
"Why are you coming home so late lately?" Fu Niang frowned, brought Dong Sheng a basin of boiling water, and handed her a clean towel.
"The shopkeeper took a liking to me. Everyone else had finished work, so he taught me some skills on his own." Dongsheng chuckled, smoothed his long hair back, and took the handkerchief from Fu Niang's hand.
Dongsheng was already seventeen, a time when young people are full of vigor and ambition. His eyes were full of vitality—thanks to the fact that he had not been shackled by complicated and boring books.
He disliked reading, so he only learned a few characters before dropping out of school. Everyone in his family except her had read several books, especially his sister-in-law. Therefore, they all deeply understood the importance of education, and his parents were extremely dissatisfied with Dongsheng dropping out of school.
Dongsheng's mother—a fierce and shrewish woman—once pointed a knife at Dongsheng and yelled, "If you don't go to school, then kill yourself!" Dongsheng was also tough; he stubbornly snatched the knife and held it to his own neck.
From then on, her family never forced her to go to school again.
He was a strong and robust man who had been mischievous since childhood. As a result, he was tall and strong, so he found a job carrying rice in a rice shop in the city. He earned enough money every day to feed his uncle and sister-in-law.
"It's snowing heavily outside, it's bound to be very cold tomorrow, sister-in-law, remember to wear more clothes." Dongsheng said to Funiang with a smile while wiping his face, not caring at all about the indifference in Funiang's eyes.
Fu Niang poured Dong Sheng a cup of hot tea, which Dong Sheng quickly accepted. He intentionally or unintentionally touched Fu Niang's cold fingertips, and Fu Niang quickly withdrew her hand. Dong Sheng didn't mind at all and still smiled and thanked Fu Niang.
Fu Niang sighed softly. If it weren't for what happened last time, she would still treat Dong Sheng as an innocent and lovable little brother.
That night, she got up to get a drink of water. As she passed by Dongsheng's house, she smelled a strong sandalwood scent and heard Dongsheng breathing heavily, seemingly calling softly, "Sister-in-law, sister-in-law."
Her heart clenched immediately, thinking that Dongsheng had fallen ill during the night. So she hurriedly pushed open the door and went in, only to find Dongsheng with a flushed face and covered in sweat, naked from the waist down, holding his genitals.
He was masturbating, still clutching the bright red undergarment that Fu Niang had just changed out of after her bath.
She forgot how embarrassed and ashamed she felt at that time, and how she walked out of Dongsheng's room. She only remembered that from then on, her attitude towards Dongsheng became indifferent on the surface, hoping that Dongsheng would give up his thoughts and straighten his mind. In fact, she still cared for him like a younger brother, otherwise she would not have stayed up so late to wait for Dongsheng to come home.
However, Dongsheng became increasingly unrestrained after that night, deliberately creating several physical contacts every day. Each time, Fu Niang would blush and dodge away, pretending to be nonchalant on the surface, but in reality, she was terribly flustered inside.
Fu Niang turned to leave, but Dong Sheng grabbed her hand. Fu Niang was a little annoyed and frowned, about to lash out, when a delicate little box, still warm from the person's body, was stuffed into her hand.
"Hmm, I heard from the shopkeeper that this stuff is really good. He used to have a long scar on his shoulder from being slashed with a knife, but after applying this stuff for two years, it's completely gone!" Dongsheng said, gesturing excitedly.
"Thank you, Dongsheng." Fu Niang was taken aback, her voice soft, and she smiled gently at Dongsheng, who stared at her, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Fu Niang opened the small box, inside which was finely ground powder. She rubbed a tiny bit between her fingertips, feeling a smooth, slippery sensation and a faint medicinal fragrance. Having seen a bit of the world in her youth, she knew this stuff couldn't be cheap.
Suddenly remembering something, Fu Niang glanced at Dong Sheng, her tone reproachful and scolding. "This thing is extremely precious, why did you buy it for me?"
"It's not expensive! Use it well. You can't skimp on this stuff, or it won't be effective at all. If you need more, we'll just buy more." Dong Sheng chuckled, her honest smile concealing the fact that she was working two jobs at the same time.
Dongsheng pestered Funiang to talk to her for a while, excitedly telling her how highly the shopkeeper valued him, how the shopkeeper had carefully taught him the ways of business, and how he would definitely open a shop when he became successful, becoming a businessman like the shopkeeper, making a fortune every day and being respected by everyone.
"When the time comes, let alone this box, even ten or a hundred boxes are fine with me, sister-in-law!" Dongsheng said boldly, raising her head. This small box of things cost her almost two months' salary, and her heart still aches. However, when she thought that it was all for Fu Niang, she felt much better, so she worked even harder carrying the bags.
Fortunately, she took on odd jobs whenever she had free time and earned some extra money, which plugged the hole in the hole, and the shopkeeper turned a blind eye. Otherwise, the two of them, uncle and sister-in-law, would have had trouble eating next month.
As Fu Niang listened to her, seeing the expectation in her eyes, she simply smiled gently. Dong Sheng was an ambitious child, which was a good thing, but hearing her words constantly mentioning herself, Fu Niang felt a vague unease.
“Dongsheng, you should think about yourself too. In a few years, you'll be getting married anyway,” she interrupted Dongsheng, her words full of concern.
"Hmm. We'll see." Dongsheng was taken aback by the words, then felt a little annoyed. He gave a few more perfunctory replies and went straight back to his room without looking back.
Fu Niang sat there in a daze, and after a long while, she sighed sadly.
He really is a little nemesis.

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