After divorcing my billionaire ex-husband, I married an ordinary man. Every day he is silent, wearing a tattered jacket with messy hair, bargaining over a few cents when buying groceries. Friends teased me, although consumption downgraded, aesthetic shouldn't downgrade too right. I just smiled: "Back then I slashed Sebastian Sterling's little secretary's face in front of everyone in the company." "For her, Sebastian made a huge scene with me, my reputation long stank." "When just out of Federal Prison, even dogs walked around me, now having someone willing to marry me is already very good." Saying this, my knife fell, skillfully gutted a fish. While bagging for customer, while greeting next one. "Boss, new fish arrival, pick whatever you like." The other party stunned, then tremblingly said: "Joanna, to disgust me, you ran to this kind of place to degrade yourself? Is it necessary?" Chapter 1 I didn't look up. The blunt fish knife in hand slammed heavily on the cutting board. I skillfully scraped scales, scales mixed with bloody water splashing everywhere. Sebastian stood there, wearing a well-tailored Bespoke Tom Ford Suit, completely out of place here. He stared at my hands full of chilblains and cracks, those hands once only played piano, now rough like withered tree bark. "Don't block the way if not buying, people queuing behind." I casually wiped hand with rag, took the bag handed by the auntie behind. Sebastian ignored by me, expression on face couldn't hold. He stepped forward, knocked the knife out of my hand. "Clang" a sound. Knife fell on concrete floor, bounced twice. "Miss Sterling, top student of Finance Department, killing fish here?" He roared out, voice carrying disbelief and suppressed anger. Attracting surrounding vendors and grocery buying aunties to look sideways. "Joanna, do you think this way I will heartache? Will regret sending you in?" Contempt in his eyes about to overflow. In his view, everything I do is to gain his attention. Even making myself so embarrassed. I bent down picked up that knife, wiped hard on apron. "This gentleman." "This knife $30, just fell rolled edge, you have to compensate." "Also, I don't know you." Sebastian stunned. He didn't expect I would talk money with him. Still merely thirty dollars. Surrounding aunties started pointing fingers. "Who is this guy? Dressed like a human, running here to bully a fish seller." "Exactly, look how scared Little Jo is." "I see must be hooked up with Little Jo before, now see people down and out come to step a foot." Discussion sounds drilled into Sebastian's ears. His face green and white. Assistant behind wanted to come up stop, pushed away by Sebastian waving hand. He dead stared my eyes, like wanting to dig out some past affection from inside. Pity, inside nothing. Only numbness. "Pretend what stupid?" Sebastian gritting teeth, lowered voice. "If Uncle Sterling knew your current virtue, coffin board couldn't hold down." "Your hands are used to point country mountains, not used to dig fish intestines!" "If you lack money, why not apply to big companies? With your degree..." Speaking here, he suddenly stopped. Mouth corner hooked a sarcastic arc. "Oh, I forgot." "You have criminal record." "Was me personally sent you in." "So you blame me? Use this way revenge me?" More he said more felt he reasonable. That high above superiority came back. I ignored him, turned fished a fish from water tank. Pressed, knife fell. Fish blood squirted out, straight splashed on his pant leg. Sebastian subconsciously retreated, face showing disgusted expression. I expressionlessly bagged fish, handed to customer beside. "Fish cleaned, $25, scan code on wall." Whole process didn't look Sebastian once. This ignoring more uncomfortable than quarreling for him. He took out a clean white handkerchief, wanted reach hand wipe blood spots on my face. I tilted head dodged. Handkerchief hung in mid-air, awkwardly stopped. "Sir." I pointed QR code on wall, tone no wave. "Knife just now $30, plus lost work fee, total $50." "Scan code, don't delay my business." Chapter 2 Sebastian hand froze in mid-air. That white handkerchief was fiercely crumpled in his palm. He stared at me, chest heaving violently. Obviously angered by my attitude. "Money? You just want money?" He sneered, took out checkbook from chest, swish swish wrote a string of numbers. Took out a stack thick cash from wallet again. "Pap" a sound. All thrown on cutting board full of fishy smell and bloody water. "Close stall." He ordered, tone unquestionable. "Accompany me eat a meal, say words clear." "These money, enough you sell fish a year in this broken place." People around sucked cold air. That stack money say less also have $2,000 - $3,000. For people in market, this is a huge sum. Sebastian raised chin, waiting see me cry bitterly, or angry from embarrassment throw money back. After all previous Joanna, most couldn't stand this insult. I looked at that stack money stained with fish blood. No hesitation. Reached hand grabbed that stack wet bills, weighed in hand. Then stuffed into that fanny pack patched many times. "Thank you boss." I nodded to him, face no half humiliation. "Want what service? Kill fish or scrape scales?" Sebastian pupils fierce shrank. "Joanna..." His voice trembling, finger pointing me shaking. "Do you still want face?" "Before for a limited edition bag not bought, you could cold war with me three days." "Now for this bit money, you don't even want dignity?" I impatiently took off apron. Inside was a washed white old T-shirt, neckline loose. "How much a pound is dignity?" I asked him back, conveniently picked up water hose beside washed mud on rubber boots. "Let's go, didn't want eat?" "But say first, high-end restaurant I not go, disheveled clothes they not let in." Sebastian choked by me speechless. Could only black face follow behind me. I took him through narrow dirty alley back door of market. That is road to Low-income Housing. Ground full sewage and rotten vegetable leaves. Air filled with a moldy smell. Sebastian walked carefully, afraid dirty his shoes. "Walk two steps you know why I love money." I said without looking back. Passing alley entrance, Landlady blocked there cracking melon seeds. Seeing me, immediately spit shell. "Little Jo, when pay last month utility bill? Not pay again I cut power!" "Auntie Wang, immediately, just opened business." I accompanied smile, took out few bills Sebastian just gave from pocket, didn't count handed over. Auntie Wang seeing money, face immediately changed. "Ouch, rich ah? Okay okay okay, give you few days grace." Walk forward again. Scrap picking Uncle Liu pushed cart over, wheel stuck in pit. I word didn't say went up help push cart. Finished bargained with Uncle: "Uncle, last time that cardboard you calculated me 50 cents less, today have to make up." Sebastian stood aside watching all this. Face more and more ugly. He watched me calculate few cents with people. Watched me bow and scrape to landlord. Watched me skillfully shuttle in this bottom world he felt suffocating at a glance. That reality, like slaps, fiercely fanned on his face. Finally, he couldn't stand it, grabbed my arm, strength big like want crush my bone. "Enough!" He roared. "Joanna, stop acting." "I don't believe you can accept this life." "Move out, I arrange apartment for you, find job for you." He took out phone, fingers flying operation. "I transfer you $1 Million." "Later don't let me see you lose face in this kind place." He eagerly wanted use money to wash guilt in heart. Or say, wanted buy a peace of mind. Prove he didn't ruin me so thoroughly. I didn't move. Quietly watched him operate. Few seconds later. "Ding" a sound. Not transfer success prompt sound. But transaction failed error sound. Sebastian stunned. He looked red words on phone screen, face blank. "What happened? Network bad?" He tried again. Still failed. System prompt: Recipient account frozen due to "Blacklisted by Credit Bureaus" identity, restricted high consumption and large transfer. Sebastian hand froze. He fierce looked up at me. I also looked at him, mouth corner pulled a sarcastic smile. "President Sterling noble person forgetful." "Three years ago, to force me admit guilt, was you personally applied asset freeze and credit blacklist to court." "Till now, haven't unsealed yet." Sebastian face instantly pale. He opened mouth, wanted explain something, but couldn't make sound. That means once wanted force me to dead end. Now became wall hindering his charity "kindness". How ironic. Alley entrance came engine roar sound. A red Porsche stopped there, extremely dazzling. Door opened. A foot wearing red bottom high heels stretched out. I looked that direction, plainly said to Sebastian: "Your wife came." "Not go look?" Chapter 3 Tiffany got off the car. Wearing current season Chanel suit, neck hanging huge diamond necklace. That was auctioned by Sebastian last month. News hyped hot then, said was anniversary gift for beloved wife. She took off sunglasses, gaze circled between me and Sebastian. Immediately face piled sweet greasy smile, fast walked over. "Sebastian, why ran to this kind of place?" She affectionately held Sebastian arm, whole person about to stick on him. Eyes however like knife scraped my face. "Aiya, so big fishy smell ah." She exaggeratedly covered nose, retreated two steps, other hand non-stop fanning wind in front of face. "This smell smell long will nausea, Sebastian, let's go quickly." She frowned, like saw some dirty thing. That physiological disgust, no disguise. Sebastian body stiffened a bit, didn't push her away, also didn't speak. Just eyes complex looking me. Tiffany seeing me not speak, moved forward again, pretended just recognized me. "OMG, isn't this Sister Joanna?" She covered mouth, face surprised. "How you... how became like this?" She reached hand, seemed want touch my face, but stopped in mid-air. Like afraid dirty her hand. "Sister Joanna, although back then you scratched my face, harmed me almost disfigured..." She touched her smooth as initial cheek, eye rims instantly red. "But I long didn't blame you." "After all that time your emotion unstable." "But seeing you like this now, my heart really so sad." She saying, tears about to fall. Sebastian originally some guilty expression, instantly cold few points. He remembered that scene back then. Remembered Tiffany full face blood miserable state. That bit just sprouted sympathy, pressed down again. "Sister Joanna, how you sell this fish ah?" Tiffany suddenly turned topic, pointing bag in my hand. "Since met, I definitely want take care your business." She saying want take that bag. I didn't let go. "Miss Tiffany this pair hands precious, don't touch this dirty thing." I wanted put bag back on ground. Tiffany however suddenly reached hand to grab. "Aiya, polite what." Just at moment her hand touched bag. "Splash" a sound. Bag flipped. Water inside, along with that dead fish. All splashed on my body. Originally dirty T-shirt, now more soaked, stick on body. "Ah! Sorry sorry!" Tiffany loud screamed, jumping feet dodge. "How this fish so slippery ah!" She while shouting, while observing Sebastian reaction. Seeing Sebastian frown, she immediately changed a face. Pointing fish on ground loud shouting: "Sister Joanna, is your fish stinky ah?" "Smell why so strong?" "You wouldn't be selling dead fish pit people right?" "This if let people eat sick what do? Heard you have that kind disease..." She deliberately didn't finish. Surrounding neighbors and passerby originally loved watch fun, hearing this, one after another surrounded over. "What disease ah? Contagious?" "Sell dead fish? This too wicked right." "Later can't buy at her place." Public opinion wind direction instantly changed. For us stall vendors, reputation is rice bowl. I stood in place, let dirty water drip down along hair. Face no expression. I didn't rush up tear her mouth like three years ago, just bent down picked up fish on ground, put back in bag. Then raised head, look straight Tiffany eyes. "Miss Tiffany." My voice not loud, but word word clear. "My fish are all just pulled back this morning." "Neighbors on this street, ate half year all fine." "Instead Miss Tiffany." I swept glance her face coated full powder. "Powder on face about fall into water." "This fish if dead, also poisoned by your cosmetics." People around burst laughter. Tiffany face instantly swelled into pig liver color. "You!" She pointed me, angry finger shaking. "Little Jo sells fish most honest, never short weight." In crowd, that Auntie Wang cracking melon seeds stood out. "Exactly, you this woman dressed like human, how full mouth spray dung ne?" Uncle Liu also pushed cart help voice. "People Little Jo not easy, you rich people don't bully people too much." Wind direction turned back again. Bottom people although love watch fun, but also have simple justice sense. Especially seeing Tiffany this arrogant look, naturally have resistance. Tiffany she help looked at Sebastian, tears watery. "Sebastian, look her..." Sebastian looking whole body soaked, but still straight spine standing there me. Eyes flashed a trace irritation. He suddenly felt this farce very embarrassing. "Enough!" He low roared, threw off Tiffany hand. "Still dislike not enough shame?"
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