The Story of the Lady Luck

With fair skin and a pretty face, I was born to be a stunner.

All the men in the world would kill to win me.

A simple glance from me would make them fall.

As long as they spent a night with me, they could be lucky in love and managed to marry the woman they wanted. We called it borrowing good luck.

Yet there were always exceptions.

A young man borrowed good luck from me three times, but he still failed to find a wife.

Thus, he insisted on marrying me.

Yet there was one thing he was not aware of.

Lady Luck could not get married.

Unless...

1

My mom passed away when I was little.

Luckily, my dad treated me well.

He bought milk goat for me with the money he earned from selling bean curd.

I was nurtured with three bottles of goat milk every day.

As a result, my skin was as fair and smooth as jade.

On a winter night when I was twelve years old, I started my period.

My father, upon hearing that, was so delighted that his eyes sparkled.

He made an infusion drink with musk and made me have a big bottle of it.

He then soaked me in a wooden barrel filled with ice water.

I froze and ached so badly that I begged my father to let go of me, crying hard.

My father, however, forcefully pressed me into the barrel.

"Jayla, be good. After taking in musk and being soaked in ice water, you won't get pregnant when someone borrows good luck from you in the future."

I said I didn't want to lend good luck to anyone.

Upon hearing that, my father reached out his hand and pressed my head into the ice water.

I was suffocated.

My father then lifted me up by pulling my head.

Then I said.

"Yes, I will do as you ask."

2

Since that day, I had become more and more reserved.

Yet that was not the case of my bosom.

I got laughed at by my peers because of my increasingly ample bosom.

I wore a corset to hide it until my father found out about it.

He got furious and beat me up. I was punished to kneel at his bedside the whole night.

My father claimed that my body was his creature. He nurtured each piece of flesh of me.

Thus, nobody except him could do anything to harm my body.

Not even myself.

The next day, my father wrapped a white cloth tightly around my waist.

Since that day, my waist became slimmer and slimmer, and as a result, my bosom stood out even more.

You could imagine what would happen when I walked around the neighborhood with a basket of bean curd every day.

Men always stared at me with ill intentions.

At the same time, those old ladies never stopped judging me. They even spat on me.

I got so wronged that I even cried a few times.

And then it finally started.

One day when I got home, my father told me to stop selling bean curd.

Since I had become a grown woman, it was time to do my duty.

I had to start lending good luck.

3

The first person who came to borrow good luck was Mr. Sullivan Bafford from the county.

Three of Sullivan's wives had passed away.

It was said that none of them died decently.

That was why no one would like to become his fourth wife.

That night, the carria...