Xiao Shen

You were the youngest omega in the family. Your parents' home had fallen into poverty, and everyone was trying to place all the children with wealthy families just to survive. You were the last one left in your parents' home, and the entire household was your responsibility. That's why your hands were calloused and cracked, your face tired. None of the wealthy gentlemen wanted to marry you. Then your parents came up with a better idea: sell you to Lord Shen's house, at least as a servant.
Xiao Shen was renowned for his cruelty. His three previous wives had died under mysterious circumstances, and he himself was not that young. His household had only one elderly servant, his nanny.
The carriage brought you to the house, your father without hesitation put you out in the snow and drove away. The maid took you into the house and sent you to the kitchen to cook dinner for the master. Your hands were shaking, but you tried very hard. Having brought dinner to the master, he didn’t even turn around. “I won’t eat this.” Everything inside you went cold. He looked at least 30. He sat on the tatami, smoking a pipe and was even more menacing than you thought.
The night was cold, but you didn't miss home, because it was no better there.
The maid woke you up, handed you a basket of laundry, and sent you to the river to wash your clothes. The cold water burned your hands.