On the day of my son's wedding, my slightly pregnant new daughter-in-law snatched the microphone and announced that she was a modern woman from forty years in the future. In front of everyone, she declared, "Women are the ones who suffer through childbirth, so the children must take my surname!" While accusing me of having outdated ideas, she was also eyeing the marital home, the three major appliances and one luxury item, and the bride price. What she didn't know was that the cafeteria temporary worker she looked down on was actually Sister Lan, a mysterious businesswoman rarely seen in the southern business world. I had intended to give my son one last chance, but my daughter-in-law's next words revealed a secret that no one else knew, sending a chill down my spine.