Chapter 92 contains two articles that are reverse recommendations and serve as exhortations to consumers.

Perhaps her brain sensed it was time to write, because Yao Xiaoyu's writing went exceptionally smoothly this time, and unsurprisingly, she stayed up all night again. By the time she finished the last sentence, the sun had already risen outside her window.

This story is not complicated, and Yao Xiaoyu, who is terrible at naming things, did not intend to make things difficult for herself, so she simply did not name it—the vast majority of working people will spontaneously provide enthusiastic help in naming the story.

Yao Xiaoyu put the manuscript away, went downstairs and wolfed down a bowl of beef noodles prepared by Tao Xiaoxiao. She went back upstairs and slept until sunset. After adjusting her state, she started writing another article. However, this article was not completed in one go, but fortunately, she finished it with some stumbles.

A few days later.

Editor Lü of Daping Daily, who was on leave at home, and Ran Wuyou, whose reputation as a litmus test in the matchmaking world had spread throughout the surrounding area, received a manuscript from their great-grandmother.

"Did Miss Qiu send it?"

Lu Xinghuo came bounding over with a series of backflips, reaching out to snatch the envelope, but Lu Qingyu pulled her hand back, preventing her daughter from succeeding, and then uttered the classic parental question.

Have you finished your homework?

Lu Xinghuo's face stiffened, and she instinctively tried to run away, but Lu Qingyu, who knew her daughter best, anticipated her move and grabbed her ear to assign several homework assignments. Lu Xinghuo's face immediately wrinkled into a bitter gourd, but she still gritted her teeth and agreed—this was her mother's love for her, and her studies did indeed have weaknesses, which had nothing to do with her not being able to see the manuscript if she didn't do it.

Seeing her daughter skip and hop up to the top, Lü Qingyu's expression softened slightly. She was anxious about Xinghuo's poor grades, but she couldn't blame the child; it was because she hadn't laid a good foundation for her from a young age.

When Xinghuo was picked up by her, she looked like a little frozen kitten. Even after raising her for several years, she was still skinny. She was afraid that the child would be bullied if she went to school like this, so she thought about sending her to learn some martial arts to strengthen her body. As a result, the master there told her that Xinghuo had a great talent for martial arts and even took the initiative to recommend Xinghuo to learn Wing Chun.

When Lü Qingyu was young, she suffered a lot of grievances because of her lack of martial arts skills. After listening to her master's words and confirming that the Wing Chun successor had real skills, she decisively agreed to become his disciple. Thus, Xinghuo became her last disciple after being served tea and kowtowing. At the time, Lü Qingyu was only happy. When she took the child back to school, she was dumbfounded - the child's martial arts skills were outstanding, but his academic level was poor!

Lü Xinghuo doesn't reject learning, but most of the time his efforts are in vain. In modern terms, knowledge enters Xinghuo's brain, but only skims across the smooth cerebral cortex, leaving no trace.

Initially, Lü Qingyu had grand ambitions to raise a talented girl like herself. Now, she only hoped that Xinghuo wouldn't repeat a grade. She somewhat regretted letting Xinghuo learn martial arts at the age when she should have been studying, but when Xinghuo encountered thugs on her way to school and kicked them one by one, pinning them to the wall, she felt that her choice was the right one.

She should have hired a teacher to live with Xinghuo, who practices martial arts, so that her daughter could be exposed to a cultured atmosphere every day. Otherwise, she wouldn't have felt so threatened every time she took an exam.

"Even if you stick your head out again, you'll only be able to see the manuscript tomorrow after you've finished the task."

As Lü Qingyu opened the envelope, Lü Xinghuo quietly emerged from the second floor, trying to use her good eyesight to see the words on the manuscript. However, Lü Qingyu had already anticipated her prediction and suppressed her with a single sentence.

Lu Xinghuo returned to his room dejectedly. Lu Qingyu was finally able to calm down and read the letter. The manuscript inside was still a thick stack, but it was not Miss Qiu, whom her daughter preferred. Instead, it was written by the human society observer who preferred to speak with facts rather than tell stories. The article she wrote was as always capable of stirring up a huge wave—"The True Face of Smoking Cessation Drugs—A Brief Discussion of the Sellers' 'Good Intentions'."

Lu Qingyu gasped. This title... No wonder she's Miss Qiu's friend, they're both good at stirring up trouble!

But it doesn't matter, their Daping newspaper has very strong backing, they can make a fortune without relying on these things!

The article wasn't long, and the language was plain but shocking. No one in Lü Qingyu's family smoked opium, but even she got goosebumps reading the descriptions. By the time she finished reading the whole article, morphine and opium were deeply etched into her mind.

"These beasts are so greedy for money that they don't care about anything else."

Lu Qingyu tried to hold back, but she couldn't resist the urge to curse.

The hallmark of human social observers' writing is its authenticity. Even though Lü Qingyu knew that there was an 80% chance that the transportation channels she overheard under the bed were fake, it didn't stop her from believing that these things were real.

Unaware that the door upstairs was ajar, a small ear was peeking out from the crack.

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Compared to the surprise Lü Qingyu received at home, Ran Wuyou, upon seeing the paper wedding dress letter for the second time, was immediately surrounded by her jealous colleagues, whose tone was quite sour.

Ran Wuyou remained calm, after all, she had also paid a price:

"I made a wish a couple of days ago: to exchange five years of romantic opportunities for a top-tier article."

Some colleagues, stunned by the sarcastic remark, hadn't yet reacted, while others changed their expressions and cautiously began to speak:

"I remember you once vowed to stay single for five years..."

Ran Wuyou nodded affirmatively:

"This five-year period is new."

The crowd's gaze suddenly turned to awe. Ran Wuyou was in her prime now, and in five years she would be considered young and wealthy. But in another five years, she would have to lower her standards or go to Xiang Gu Restaurant.

This person is really ruthless to themselves... But thinking about the men Wuyou has met, they feel that if they had to choose one of them as a companion, it would be better to stay single. At least they would only be lonely and isolated, without any danger to their lives.

Ran Wuyou couldn't understand the complex emotions in everyone's eyes. She originally had some longing for marriage, but after meeting so many undesirable men during this time, she felt that she was already very strong not to have androphobia. Didn't you see that even her mother, who was frantically talking about getting married, didn't dare to mention her marriage? If there was even a normal person among them!

As for not being able to get married in ten years... as long as you can afford it, you can always find a handsome young man. The old man Wang who lives near her house only took a woman from a brothel half a year ago, and last month he spent a fortune to bring back an actor. She heard her parents talking about it clearly. That male actor is only sixteen!

Taking advantage of the fact that the editors had stopped pressing her, Ran Wuyou quickly tore open the envelope and began reading the article that her great-grandmother had sent.

This story is told from a first-person perspective, and no names appear in the text; the speaker is referred to simply as "I".

I am a private detective who has just finished a job and is on vacation in a peaceful little village. But my leisurely days have not lasted long when a murder occurs in the village—the blacksmith Wang is dead, and not from natural causes, but from murder.

The peaceful village was filled with fear under the shadow of the murderer, and out of curiosity, "I" began to investigate the murderer of Wang the blacksmith. The first person I questioned was Wang the blacksmith's wife, Huang Ying, who had gone mad.

But I didn't get any useful information from Huang Ying. This disheveled woman, dressed in tattered clothes, just begged me in a nasty voice to save her child and, if possible, take her away as well. Then she launched into endless swearing at Wang the blacksmith.

I didn't stay by Huang Ying's side for long: the madman's words were worthless and of no help to the case. As for the murderer... how could a woman who was choked by her mother-in-law and didn't react when touched by her husband possibly commit murder?

Like a passerby interested in Wang the blacksmith's death, I casually inquired about Wang the blacksmith's situation from others, and in the process, pieced together Huang Ying's life from the villagers' words—nothing special, just the kind of woman who was fine from childhood to adulthood before and after marriage, but suddenly went mad one day, there are women everywhere from small villages to big cities.

Even my previous task was with this kind of crazy woman—I helped her husband confirm her madness. Although he was disappointed, he didn't divorce her for the sake of the children. He just locked her in the yard and wouldn't let her go out. Even though I said that people who are crazy can never get better, her husband didn't change his mind.

I focused more attention on Wang the blacksmith, but aside from knowing that he was irritable and had become addicted to opium, it didn't help much in the investigation. The village was small, and anyone who came would be known. I checked everyone one by one, but still couldn't find the real culprit.

During my investigation, Huang Ying was taken back by her family. She struggled fiercely, but her family had beaten her husband's family and were hoping to use her to make money again. How could they let go of this trophy? Huang Ying was carried away like a pig tied up. Looking at her, I felt that she was really unreasonable: a woman without children who refuses to get married, who is she trying to cling to?

Finally, "I" ended my vacation somewhat dejectedly and returned to Shanghai, where I received a new assignment: A man wanted to take a concubine, but he had lost money in his business. His wife, who had been childless for seven years, refused to leave him or contribute any money. However, he was a kind man and did not want to send his wife home. He only hoped that "I" could help him find where his wife had hidden her money.

I felt sorry for the man and decisively took on the task—although the man's wife seemed normal, she was crazy for refusing to pay for a concubine to have children for him when she couldn't produce an heir or provide him with any novelty!

As for the rumors that the wife lost her ability to conceive because she saved the man, and that the man dared not abandon her because her family was helpful to him... Can you believe the words of a madman!

Ran Wuyou was furious at the last few words, but luckily she quickly realized there were more manuscripts to read, so she hurriedly flipped through the pages and found an afterword and an autobiography.

The postscript is a news article in the newspaper about the mysterious death of a private detective, hoping to raise public awareness. The autobiography is the story of Huang Ying, which uses a reverse chronological order and states at the beginning that she is the murderer of Wang the blacksmith.

Ran Wuyou: ? ! !

Unlike the detective's dismissive remarks, Huang Ying's perspective presented a completely different story.

Huang Ying's surname was Xiao, and her name was Xiao Huang Ying. The origin of her name was that when she was born, a yellow oriole flew to the window of the Xiao family. The Xiao family felt that it was a great fate, so they decided on her name.

Xiao Huangying lived up to her name, growing into a beloved little oriole—with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, snow-white skin, a voice as delicate as an oriole's, and capable of managing both home and work.

When she reached marriageable age, the Xiao family carefully selected and sent their daughter, Huang Ying, to the home of Wang the blacksmith, who was not so wealthy but promised to treat their daughter well, and also provided a generous dowry.

Xiao Huangying was beautiful but not spoiled. She kept the Wang family's home clean and tidy, and served the whole family comfortably. She was also very fertile – she gave birth to twins the first year and a son the next day. Wang the blacksmith had a quick temper, but Xiao Huangying made him look good and did a good job for him, so they lived a good life.

Until Wang the blacksmith learned to smoke opium from someone, he stopped working and earning money, and spent all day lying in bed smoking. Xiao Huangying watched her money bag shrink day by day. She argued and made a fuss, but in the end, she was only labeled as a madman—she was originally the epitome of a good daughter-in-law!

Wang the blacksmith also tried to quit opium, but the nicotine pills he bought with his savings were actually purer opium, which made his addiction even stronger, and he eventually gave up completely.

Wang the blacksmith was no longer making money, but the family still had to make ends meet, so Xiao Huangying had to go out and help support the family. However, Wang the blacksmith felt he had lost face and was instigated to lay a hand on Xiao Huangying.

Domestic violence is either a one-time thing or a recurring pattern; once pawning begins, it never stops. Xiao Huangying wanted to leave something for her child and tried to lay a hand on Wang the blacksmith, but this only reinforced others' perception of her as a madwoman—a woman who dares to lay a hand on a man must be insane.

Xiao Huangying wanted to leave the Wang family, but divorce was not a common practice these days. The Xiao family taught Wang the blacksmith a lesson, but Xiao Huangying was beaten even more severely in return. Wang the blacksmith grabbed her by the neck and said that she was Huangying in his hands, and killing her was just a matter of a word.

Xiao Huangying was terrified; she was almost numb—until one day she came home from work and discovered that Wang the blacksmith had sold her three children to get money to smoke opium.

She didn't know where the strength came from, but she caught up with the cart, broke the madam's neck with a single blow of her hoe, and drove the oxcart back to her parents' home with the children. The Xiao family guessed what had happened, but the temptation of an ox was too great, so they still took the three children in temporarily.

After Xiao Huangying returned to the Wang family, she cried and wailed about the "child being sold," and then she was "dumbfounded." One night, she tied up Wang the blacksmith, gagged him, and slit his throat like a pig being slaughtered.

Everything went smoothly, except for that stranger who appeared out of nowhere. Fortunately, nothing serious happened, after all, she was just a madwoman.

In the end, Xiao Huangying, who was brought out bound, left her parents' home with her three children and headed towards the main road. She didn't know what the future held, but no matter how bad things got, it couldn't be worse than her life in the Wang family.

After reading the entire story, Ran Wuyou let out a long sigh—for some reason, the impression this article left on her was not as deep as the descriptions of opium and smoking cessation drugs within it:

Opium must be avoided, for it ruins a person; all anti-opium medications are useless and only make people more addicted.

This wasn't Yao Xiaoyu's intention; her subconscious influenced the article. Her initial thoughts and writing style were different. This story vividly portrays the sordid nature of opium and smoking cessation drugs, inevitably making some superficial mentions of other aspects. In other words, it's an article that denounces opium.

Ran Wuyou was unaware of Yao Xiaoyu's thoughts. She just felt that the article was a bit strange, but that didn't stop her from praising it from every angle. Yao Xiaoyu's skill was undeniable; the insertion of opium and smoking cessation drugs was extremely natural. Even if it was a malicious advertisement, it was still a top-notch story.

The happy editor Ran was about to share the article by the old lady of Paper Wedding Dress when she noticed there was another page on the manuscript. She subconsciously flipped it over and found that it was a notice that Yao Xiaoyu would be sending a new article in a few days. After Yao Xiaoyu finished writing, she realized that the inspiration for her opium incident was different from that of Wang's opium extermination family. She also felt a little guilty about sending the advertising article, so she simply included the article in Paper Wedding Dress.

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Author's note: The story of Xiao Huangying has gone a bit off track, so I'm going to write a new story about "Little Bird".

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I recently read about Li Moumou's case and realized she was truly the perfect victim: young, beautiful, her first love; a college wedding; a scholarly family; a generous dowry; her first child; she gave up her career for family; and in the end, she was still beaten to death...

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