But for Jiang Chengxu, none of the difficulties could be overcome.
He sat on the edge of the bed that was half gone, with raindrops dripping from above, mud cracks slipping down the walls, sludge underfoot, and burning rage deep in his heart.
"Brother Chengxu, why don't I go to the carpenter and get a new bed?" Manman cautiously suggested.
She had no money, and if Jiang Chengxu agreed, she'd need him to give her money.
"Go!" Jiang Chengxu growled through clenched teeth.
"I, I don't have much money left." Manman touched her flat stomach, "It might, it might not be enough."
This was why she clung to Jiang Chengxu so desperately; her mother had gone to jail, Xu Liqun wouldn't send her money, and she couldn't rely on her biological father.
To this day, she still didn't know her biological father's name.
Even less so, what kind of person he was.
A weak woman like her in the countryside, not wanting hardship but wanting to live well, marrying was her only option.
