Marriage Before Love: Don't Love Me Too Much, Rich Husband

[Ridiculous and unhinged, lighthearted comedy, both leads are chaste, one-on-one romance, sweet and satisfying. The heroine transmigrates into a book and wreaks havoc; the male lead indulges her and cleans up after her]

Song Mo transmigrates into a book and becomes a disfavored heiress from a wealthy family who shares her name.

Bullied? She shoves her stepsister’s big face into the toilet.

Forced into an arranged marriage? Her comatose husband wakes up!

Her sickly husband is no pushover: domineering, controlling, and full of himself.

To survive, she plays sweet and obedient and clings to him for support.

She just has to wait for the heroine from the book to appear, then take her two hundred million in divorce compensation and get out of there.

Then she can date male models by day and party with top-tier stars every night!

Who could have guessed that just as she’d saved enough money to run away, her sickly husband would refuse to let her go…

Late at night, someone pins her beneath him, eyes red:

“You’re carrying my baby. Where do you think you’re going?”

Song Mo: “I’m taking the baby to meet male models. A child’s taste should be shaped from a young age!”

He tosses out a male model’s professional license. “Is this good enough? Your husband will become a male model for you.”

Daily doses of absurdity and madness

Part One: My husband turns into a werewolf in my dream

Late at night, Song Mo is half asleep.

She notices someone standing by the bed, eyes glowing an eerie green.

She jolts upright as if at death’s door, then gazes at him dreamily:

“Mint-green glow-in-the-dark contacts! Can you send me the link?”

Part Two: Married first, love later, cursing his ancestors for eighteen generations

Song Mo returns to the Lu family’s old house and steals a copy of the Lu family genealogy.

He can’t figure out what she’s up to.

Several nights later.

After he turns her over and over until she’s crying,

Song Mo opens the genealogy and points at the names, cursing all eighteen generations of his ancestors…