The Bride with Good Fortune 1-10

[Chapter 1]
Prologue: This is a story about a father-in-law and daughter-in-law...
"Chongxi" is a feudal superstition in China, where a chronically ill person marries someone else to "wash away" bad luck and cure their illness. Sometimes, it's also used to bring good fortune to sick parents through marriage. "
Niangqi," also known as "child bride," "waiting-for-age bride," or "raised bride," refers to a girl raised by her husband's family as an infant or young girl until she reaches adulthood and is formally married. In the past, child brides were very common in China. However, child brides were usually quite young when they arrived at the groom's family and still needed to be raised by the groom's parents, hence the "child" in their name. However, there is another type of child bride, known as a "mother's wife." This is because the woman is already quite old when she arrives at the man's home; she is usually an adult, capable of taking care of herself and her young husband, acting like a mother to him. She is both the husband's wife and a mother, hence the term "mother's wife."
The prevalence of child brides and mother's wives stemmed from the extreme poverty and backwardness of the time. Many families couldn't afford to marry off their sons, so they would adopt a girl from elsewhere to be their child bride. When she reached fourteen or fifteen, she would be married to their son. Of course, there were also cases of finding adult girls for young sons, but these were less common. After liberation, the Marriage Law was enacted, and the issues of adopting child girls and finding mother's wives were finally resolved in some areas. However, in some remote areas, this issue was not taken seriously, and the phenomenon of child brides and mother's wives persisted. These wives were generally older than their fiancés and capable of caring for them.
This article begins with this superstitious and feudal custom, which is also the narrator's memoir: Sitting in a spacious and bright university classroom, with only a few scattered students, university life was like this—simple and comfortable, mostly a three-point line: classroom, dormitory, and cafeteria. In this classroom with only a few scattered students, some even sleeping, the university elective course teacher was lecturing enthusiastically. This class was on physiology, discussing adult sexual knowledge and ethics.
University students are all adults, so there's nothing shameful about learning about these things. Perhaps this kind of course is sensitive, which is why there are relatively few students attending.
Masturbation, development, sexual knowledge, ethics—the university teacher had lectured on this topic countless times, without batting an eye. Although there were few students, and some were sleeping, he lectured with great enthusiasm. And this course actually touched a sensitive nerve in me, making my heart race, my breathing become erratic, and my face flush. Was this a coincidence? I had always kept those things to myself, numbing myself with studies every day to prevent myself from thinking about them. But hearing the teacher's words felt like they were spoken specifically to me, and surprisingly, every word struck me deeply.
I took a deep breath, looked at my notes, then turned to look out the window. My mind drifted to my hometown, my still-strong father, and my "wife" who was nine years older than me. Thinking of them, my mind began to wander, and the teacher's words were blocked from my ears…
My name is Zhao Kang, and I'm 21 years old this year. My name is somewhat ordinary, a bit rustic. It was given to me by my mother, hoping that I would be healthy and grow up strong, because I've been frail and sickly since birth. This resulted in me having a wife who is nine years older than me. The story goes back to my childhood, more than ten years ago. Looking at the leaves swaying in the wind outside the window, I was momentarily stunned… “Buzz buzz buzz…” Just as I was reminiscing, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and saw a new WeChat message with a familiar name. Seeing this name, combined with my recent memories, my feelings became even more complicated—sadness, longing, and pain. Various complex emotions flashed and floated in my heart.
“I’ll wait for you at the school gate…” With those simple words, I couldn’t help but exhale. I wanted to see her, yet I was afraid to see her—a woman I still couldn’t let go of, a woman I wanted to forget. I tried to forget her, but I couldn’t.
After a while, class finally ended. For us Business Administration students, this physiology class was really boring. I took a deep breath and slowly walked out of the teaching building, looking towards the university gate. I rubbed my cheeks and, dressed in expensive clothes, headed towards the gate. The closer I got, the faster my heart pounded, and I couldn't even breathe steadily. Soon, the university gate appeared before me, and directly opposite it was a Rolls-Royce Wraith, a luxury car worth millions. Beside the car stood a tall, beautiful woman, her shapely buttocks leaning against the car door. Male students walking out of the university couldn't help but stare at the woman leaning against the car, as did adult men passing by. However, no one dared to approach her or flirt with her. Firstly, because of her aloofness, and secondly, because people who could afford such luxury cars were of high status and not someone you could just flirt with.
The woman wore a white trench coat, white knee-high leather boots, and tight black trousers. She wore a black top underneath, the trench coat open, which couldn't conceal her full and shapely chest. A pink scarf was wrapped around her neck, and her long hair was styled in curls. Although her attire was mature, it couldn't detract from her young and beautiful face: large eyes, a pointed chin, an oval face, and small, cherry-like lips. However, her gaze was cold and arrogant, seemingly radiating authority without anger. But when this beauty saw me, she showed joy, a slight smile, her eyes filled with undisguised longing, a hint of guilt, and sorrow.
"Xiao...Xiao Kang..." Seeing me walk out of the university gate, the beauty quickly approached me and said, grabbing my hand, completely disregarding the envious and jealous glances around us—gazes that made me uncomfortable.
"Qiuyue..." I called out softly. Upon hearing my call, the beautiful woman's eyes dimmed slightly, but the shadow
of her gaze fell quickly. This stunningly beautiful woman, driving a luxury car and exuding an air of aloofness, was none other than my wife—Li Qiuyue, the president of the largest tea import and export trading company in our province, with a net worth in the hundreds of millions. She was nine years older than me, turning thirty this year. She was always impeccably dressed, but her appearance made her look only in her early twenties, similar to the girls in our university. Eleven years had passed, and her appearance seemed unchanged, though no trace of aging remained on her face. She had single-handedly transformed our family's small, contracted tea garden in the countryside into a large tea company, exporting tea products overseas—a testament to her ability and resourcefulness.
I was only 21 years old and couldn't get a marriage certificate yet, but I could next year. Although Li Qiuyue and I didn't have a marriage certificate, we went through the entire process of proposing, getting engaged, holding a wedding banquet, and completing the wedding ceremony—leaving no detail overlooked. Where we're from, these formalities and rituals are often more convincing than obtaining a marriage certificate.
"How's school? Still tired?" Qiuyue walked to the other side, opened the passenger door for me, and asked.
"Fine, not tired... Where are your driver and security guards?" I replied casually, because I really didn't know how to face her—smile, give her a cold shoulder, or just remain indifferent. I was also wondering why she came to see me alone today; usually, she'd be accompanied by an assistant and security.
"What do you want to eat? I'll take you to get something to eat..." Li Qiuyue got into the driver's seat and started the multi-million dollar Rolls-Royce. A crowd had already gathered at the university gate—students, teachers, and passersby—the scene they'd just witnessed had stunned them. Perhaps they thought I was being kept by some rich woman, or that some relative had come to pick me up; little did they know that this beautiful woman was my wife. Very few people get married during their university years, and I haven't told any of my classmates about this secret.
"I'm not a child anymore..." I said lazily, leaning back in the incredibly comfortable Rolls-Royce seat. Hearing my words, Qiuyue beside me fell silent, her breathing seemingly uneven. Was she, like me, reminiscing about the past?
"Xiaokang..." After a moment of silence, Qiuyue softly murmured.
"Why don't you call me 'little husband' anymore? I quite liked hearing it; that title felt more intimate..." I said, closing my eyes and reminiscing.
"Do you still hate me?" Qiuyue asked softly as the car started, her voice filled with unspoken sadness.
"I don't hate you, and I have no right to hate you. I only hate fate for giving me this experience. If I hadn't followed the village customs... perhaps none of this would have happened... I should feel honored to have a multi-millionaire like you driving for me." I said lazily, lying in the car with my eyes closed. Perhaps some pent-up anger remained, and even now, conversations with Qiuyue are often tinged with a hint of hostility.
"I've transferred another million to your card... just let me know if it's not enough..." Qiuyue said casually, not responding to my earlier question. I've forgotten exactly when it started, but Qiuyue has been transferring a million to me every month. My card now has at least tens of millions, yet I've barely touched the money.
"I was used to a hard life as a child, and wearing these expensive clothes really doesn't feel comfortable. The clothes my mother made by hand are the most comfortable, but unfortunately, I'll never wear them again... You don't need to keep transferring money to me; the money in my card is enough for me to live a carefree life for half my life..." I said, sitting up and looking out the car window. If my mother were still alive, with her "supervision," so many things wouldn't have happened, things I couldn't stop as a child, and things that affected my childhood.
After hearing my words, Qiuyue beside me fell silent. I could sense that my words had saddened her and made her feel deeply wronged, yet she couldn't vent her frustration on me. She was upset, and so was I. In this quiet moment, watching the scenery pass by the car window and inhaling Qiuyue's familiar scent, I couldn't help but drift into memories. It was eleven years ago…

[Chapter 2]
I was born in a relatively remote village in the south. When I was a child, the village was isolated, the roads were rugged, and information and knowledge were scarce. For generations, the people there had made a living by growing and harvesting tea. Their income was low, but they could barely make ends meet. My parents were tea farmers, but they were considered "landlords" in the past. Most of the tea gardens in the village were contracted to my family. Although we didn't earn astronomical sums, we were the wealthiest family in our village, and among the surrounding villages, we were one of the most prominent families. From as far back as I can remember, my mother's health was never very good. Her frail body gave birth to a frail me. I don't know if I inherited some of her illnesses, but I was sickly and weak from a young age. Shortly after I was born, I had a high fever that the village's barefoot doctor couldn't treat. So, they used the only tractor in our village, which belonged to our family, to slowly transport me to the town along the rugged mountain road. Because of the delay, although my fever eventually subsided, it caused hearing damage and deterioration. Although I'm not completely deaf, I can only detect very faint sounds, so people have to speak very loudly to me. This also caused me to learn to speak later than usual. Combined with my mother's poor health and the fact that I inherited some of her genes, I was also physically weak and sickly from a young age.
Even when I was ten years old, my speech was still somewhat unclear. There was nothing I could do; given my hearing impairment, it was already a miracle I didn't become deaf and mute. Because I speak haltingly and intermittently, only my parents can usually understand what I'm trying to say. Everyone else in the village listens to me as if I'm reading gibberish; they have to guess what I'm saying and are basically clueless. When I was ten, my mother's condition worsened; she was almost bedridden and needed two people to help her get out of bed. We went to various hospitals, but her condition didn't improve. The burden of the family fell entirely on my father's shoulders. Because my mother's health had always been poor, he did very little housework; it was all done by him. So, my mother's bedridden state didn't significantly impact our living conditions. However, my father would work in the tea garden during the day and then care for my mother at night, while I attended primary school in the village and would help him with whatever I could after school.
In my childhood memories, my father was a tall and imposing figure, with dark skin and a strong physique. He was the pillar of the family, taking care of my mother, and even doing her laundry and cooking after she became bedridden. In my mind at that time, my father was a towering figure. Although our family was the best off in the village, money isn't everything; it can't cure all illnesses. My mother had to rely on medication to maintain her health. I was just ten years old then. Although I could remember things, I didn't understand many things and was still at an age of innocent ignorance. Without the worries and troubles of adults, I played and went to school carefree. I was still very naive then and had no plans for my future.
Until one day, I came home from school and saw my father sitting in front of my mother's bamboo bed, talking to my weak mother lying on it. I was doing my homework on a small stool by the door when I overheard my parents' conversation. (There are more than a dozen local dialects and colloquialisms in Fujian. To make it easier for everyone to understand, the dialogues from that time have been translated into modern language.)
"Old Li, you've been looking so worried lately. What happened? Has Xiaokang gotten into trouble again?" My mother's weak voice came from inside the house. Although I was frail and sickly, I was very mischievous from a young age, often getting into trouble with the other children in the village, climbing bamboo groves, destroying tea trees. Despite my weak health, I did quite a few bad things. As I grew older, my hearing improved somewhat. As long as it was normal speech, I could understand the general idea if I was close enough. My house was a relatively large three-story bamboo and wooden house, and the soundproofing wasn't very good. Sitting at the door, I could still hear the conversations inside without any problem. We have a rainy season here, and the environment is humid, so houses are generally made of wood and bamboo. It's not that my family couldn't afford a brick house; it's just that generations of our ancestors were used to living in bamboo houses and weren't used to brick houses.
"No, I've been thinking about something lately..." Hearing his mother's weak voice, his father sighed. He was helping his mother bathe, which was why he had sent me out to do my homework.
"What is it?" His mother's voice was very weak. My impression of her since childhood was that she was frail, virtuous, and spoke softly, all because of her poor health.
"I want to find a wife for our Xiaokang..." After a moment of silence, his father said. At that time, I didn't know the true meaning of "wife," but I had heard the term countless times in the village, so the definition of the word was still vague.
"Why? Didn't you say you wouldn't find a wife for Xiaokang?" Hearing his father's words, his mother's weak voice carried a hint of surprise.
"Before, I thought that with our family's conditions, Xiaokang wouldn't have trouble finding a wife in the future, so I wasn't in a hurry to find him one. I also hoped that he could leave this mountain and decide his own future, but now..." His father said with a hint of helplessness.
There's a custom in this village called child brides, sometimes called "mother wives." The older child brides are usually older than their husbands, taking care of them from a young age, acting as both mother and wife.
Poverty and the preference for sons over daughters were the reasons for the prevalence of this custom. At that time, most families struggled to feed themselves, and many believed that daughters, once grown up, were like water spilled from a cup, unable to carry on the family line. Therefore, many were willing to send their daughters away as child brides, receiving a relatively generous payment. Even without payment, the loss of a mouth to feed eased the burden on the family. Some men, fearing they wouldn't be able to find wives later, also accepted other families' daughters. Even though raising a girl required food, she was a valuable source of labor. Thus, the practice of child brides was very common in our village, something I only truly understood after I grew up.
I sat on a small stool, listening to my parents' conversation. At the time, I felt no novelty whatsoever, unaware that their dialogue would completely change my life…
“Why did you suddenly change your mind?” My mother weakly asked my father as our conversation continued.
“To bring good fortune…” My father only uttered two words, and my mother fell silent, offering no reply for a long time. It wasn't until many years later that I understood the meaning of those two words. “Bringing good fortune” was an old superstitious custom where, when someone in the family was seriously ill, a happy event (such as marrying a fiancée) was held to drive away the so-called evil spirits, hoping the patient would recover. My mother and I were both in poor health at the time, which led my father to plan to marry a child bride, hoping it would help us recover. My parents had grown up in these mountains, deeply influenced by the older generation's ideas, and were naturally quite feudal and superstitious.
"Then whose daughter should we choose? Our Xiaokang isn't young anymore." After a long while, Mother finally spoke, and her question undoubtedly indicated her agreement with Father's suggestion. Mother made the decisions on everything in the family, big and small, and Father always listened to her advice. Actually, when I was very young, Mother had asked Father to find me a child bride, but Father refused, saying he wasn't worried about me getting married when I grew up. Now that Father had brought it up himself, Mother naturally had no objections. However, child brides were usually married off at six or seven years old, while their husbands were usually infants or one or two years old. I was already ten, older than most child brides, so Mother was naturally a little worried.
"Li Dahan's daughter," Father said after a moment's thought. Hearing Father's words, Mother fell silent again.
"Li Dahan's daughter, Li Qiuyue?" After a long while, Father said to Father with a surprised tone.
"Yes..." Father replied.
"But...she's quite a bit older than our Xiaokang, she's already a grown woman..." Mother's tone clearly showed reluctance, and she asked with surprise.
"She's only nine years older than our Xiaokang, she's nineteen today, not that old..." Father's voice came again.
"Qiuyue has a very good reputation in our village, and she's also the most educated one. She's thrifty, hardworking, and capable. She'd be the best wife for our Xiaokang. First, she can take care of you, and second, she can take care of our Xiaokang. She can also tutor him and share some of the chores..." Mother was silent, and Father continued.

[Chapter 3]
Father's words surprised me at the time. I knew Li Qiuyue very well, because she was my elementary school teacher, the only teacher in our village's elementary school. Although Li Qiuyue only had a high school education, she was already the most educated person in the village. Most people in the village hadn't even finished elementary school; my mother only went to second grade, and my father had never been to school and couldn't read many characters. Every day on my way to school, I would see this woman, who was already a young woman at the time. She taught us every day, and because I wasn't very healthy, and had difficulty speaking and hearing, Li Qiuyue took great care of me. Out of the dozen or so children in the class, I was the one she cared for the most. I know it was only because I was the weakest child that her kindness made her so protective of me. After class, she would often come to our house to help me with my homework, without any extra payment. More importantly, she also frequently came to our house to help my father and me take care of my mother. This was because Li Qiuyue's father was a long-term worker we employed, so Li Qiuyue and my family were very close, and my parents naturally knew her very well.
Most of the girls in the village dressed simply, their faces rosy, their hair tied with red ribbons or in long braids, resembling simple country girls. But Li Qiuyue was undoubtedly an exception in our village; her clothes and appearance were unique. Perhaps because she had attended high school in the county and had been exposed to more things, her clothing was considered fashionable in our village. While other girls wore long braids, she either wore her hair down or in a ponytail when working. In my memory, Li Qiuyue was beautiful. I was young then and didn't know how to appreciate women, but she was definitely the most attractive one in our village, and the undisputed village beauty. Back then, she wasn't as aloof as she is now; she was very cheerful and gentle. I heard she was an excellent student when she was young. After graduating from high school, she took the college entrance exam and was admitted to a university as she wished. However, because her family was too poor, partly to ease the burden on her family, and partly because her parents were in poor health, and she was their only daughter, she had to give up her dream university and her future to become a teacher in our village. She did this simply to take care of her parents, help support her family, and prioritize filial piety. Her clothes were cheap street vendor items, but they looked so elegant on her.
"Does Li Dahan agree?" After a long while, my mother's hesitant voice came. She was clearly tempted, so she asked my father with some unease. You see, Li Qiuyue was the object of many unmarried men's affections in the village. She often came to our house to tutor me and even cooked for my mother and me. My mother adored Li Qiuyue and naturally wouldn't object.
"Doesn't Li Dahan owe us money? It's been years, and he still can't pay it back. Plus, his wife is seriously ill. If we agree to let Qiuyue marry into our family, we'll forgive his debts and give him a generous dowry to pay for his wife's medical treatment. They don't have any sons, so if we promise him that our family will take care of them in their old age, they'll definitely agree." Li Dahan isn't very tall; he broke his leg when he was young and walks with a limp. He's also a kind and honest man, so his family has always been poor. My father has helped him financially a lot, and he's also our long-term laborer. Every year during tea planting and harvesting season, he comes to work for us, but his wages aren't enough to cover his family's expenses, and his debt to us keeps growing.
My father is considered a powerful figure in our village; no one dares to bully us.
"Wouldn't this be taking advantage of their situation? After all… have you reached an agreement with him?" My mother asked helplessly after hearing my father's words.
"Not yet. I plan to talk to him tomorrow. If he doesn't agree, we'll talk to Qiuyue. She's so filial and sensible; I believe she'll make a choice for her parents' sake..." Father replied.
"Alright, let's do it that way. Not for me, but for the child's health. I hope this marriage will bring him good fortune and allow him to grow up healthy. That would make me content..." Mother sighed and agreed. I was too young then to understand what it meant to be moved. Later, I learned that my mother wasn't choosing a wife for herself, but for me. But that's another story.
Next, the two elders discussed details I couldn't understand at all. I didn't understand anything then, but later I learned that these were details of the wedding, customs, and so on. It was at that time that my parents arranged my life's most important matter, which caused the pain in my heart later—a thorn stuck there that I couldn't remove. Perhaps my mother never imagined this back then.
The next day, I went to school as usual. The school was a very simple brick building, but it was the only one in the village, built with funds raised by the villagers. No matter what, the adults were willing to give us the best resources for their children. There were twelve students in total, all from the village. Li Qiuyue was both the principal and the teacher; she handled all the school's work herself. Because the village was very poor, tuition was very low, paid regularly to Li Qiuyue's family. Li Qiuyue wasn't greedy and didn't ask for much in tuition. Later, I learned that because Li Dahan had difficulty walking, and his wife's health was as poor as my mother's, she had given up continuing her studies and the opportunity to work in the city to return to the village to take care of her parents and earn money by teaching to supplement the family's income.
When I arrived at school, I saw Li Qiuyue already waiting in the classroom. A wooden table served as her lectern, and below it were some small wooden tables and stools, which became our study desks and chairs. I sat down and looked at Li Qiuyue, my teacher, who was sitting in front of me, engrossed in her book. Although I didn't fully understand the concept of "mother's wife" at the time, I knew it meant my own wife. Although I was only ten years old, I already had some sexual feelings. Seeing kissing scenes on TV, and seeing pictures of beautiful women, would make me feel all hot and itchy. A ten-year-old child was already touching the edge of puberty, and naturally, I would have some feelings for beautiful women. If anyone awakened my curiosity about the opposite sex, it was undoubtedly my elementary school teacher—Li Qiuyue.
At that moment, Li Qiuyue was reading with her head down. Her long, flowing hair, though without professional shampoo, was still incredibly smooth. She tilted her head, occasionally brushing a stray strand of hair with her delicate hand, appearing exceptionally pure and beautiful. She was only nineteen at the time, and even now, she would still seem like a young girl, like a flower just beginning to bloom, at her most beautiful and captivating. However, my aesthetic sense wasn't quite mature then; I only felt that she was very kind to me and my family, so I felt very close to her.
Perhaps noticing my gaze, Li Qiuyue suddenly looked up at me, who had arrived at school early, and gave me a slight smile that warmed my heart—a smile as gentle as a mother's, or as loving as an older sister's…
"Xiaokang, how is your mother's health lately?" After smiling at me, Li Qiuyue stood up and walked towards me. She wore a white shirt, a floral long skirt, and sandals, and walked gracefully towards me. At that moment, all I could feel was familial love and warmth; I didn't have many other thoughts. All I knew was that Teacher Li Qiuyue's breasts were really full, even more so than the breasts of the women in those New Year's paintings. I could almost see the outline of a bra under her white shirt, and as she moved, I could vaguely see a sway of flesh and a slightly twisting cleavage... "No..." I shook my head slightly, managing to utter a single word with some difficulty. Besides my parents, Teacher Qiuyue was the only person who could understand me.
"I haven't visited your mother for several days. I'll go see her after school today and give you some extra lessons. Your grades haven't been very good lately..." Teacher Qiuyue said, tapping my forehead with her slender fingertips. Although the contact area between her fingertips and my forehead was small, I could still feel the warmth. And Teacher Qiuyue smelled so good. Every time I smelled that scent, I felt drowsy, I didn't know why, it was as if her fragrance was a kind of intoxicating aroma.

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