第一章 落魄女婿

孙文方 illustration in the worst possible light. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, his face pale and drawn. His clothes, once neatly pressed, now hung on his thin frame like sacks. He shuffled into the room, his movements slow and deliberate, as if each step required an extra effort. The door creaked open, and there she stood, Xiao Yan, the goddess of beauty in their neighborhood. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes, sparkling like diamonds, took in her husband's sorry state. Her heart ached for him, but she knew there was nothing she could do. "Are you alright?" she asked softly, her voice gentle as a whisper. 孙文方 sighed, a sound of utter defeat. "I'm fine, Yan. Just another day at the office." He walked over to the couch and sank into the cushions, his head in his hands. Xiao Yan watched him, her mind racing. She knew he was under a lot of pressure at work. His boss was a tyrant, always finding fault with his work, and the competition was fierce. But she also knew that he was a good man, kind and gentle, with a heart of gold.