I was still in shock as my husband took me to the villa. He solemnly locked the door behind us.

I sat on the bed, and he pulled a chair in front of me, staring into my eyes and said, "Aren't we married? You are my wife, we are a community of interests. What you saw today, you must not say a single word about it. Otherwise, we are both doomed."

"As you know, our family's bun shop earns money quickly. No one knows what the filling is made of, and we never disclose it to outsiders. You are the fourth living person to know this secret."

"Living person?" I shivered, my consciousness instantly recovering from the fear, "Do you mean to silence me?"

"How could you say that, wife? We are family. I am your husband, and half of every dollar our bun shop earns goes to you." My husband paused for a moment and added, “Our nephew is getting married this year and wants to settle down in Shenzhen. Have you found a house? In these two days, let dad send 1 million to pay the down payment."

My brother gave up his studies in middle school to give me the opportunity to study. He has been working on construction sites for years, exposed to the elements, a typical migrant worker who could never afford an apartment in Shenzhen even if he carried bricks for two lifetimes.

I was heartbroken, my mind a chaotic swirl, like a million bees buzzing around my head.

"Actually, this is my second marriage. Before you, I had another partner named Xiao Li. She was too loose-lipped, always chattering and spreading things around. The old man got angry and made her into buns." As my husband helped me lie down, a glint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.