It was the third year of my engagement to Gu Mingzhou.
He openly pursued a college student. Right in front of me, he let her sit on his lap and kiss him, then laughed with his friends. "Women are better when they're a little wild. Ji Ci is just too well-behaved."
Later, his youngest uncle, the longtime celibate soldier, posted a photo to his social media of me wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. The caption read, "Wild enough."
Gu Mingzhou came looking for me in the pouring rain, acting like a madman. His youngest uncle opened the door, a red mark from where I'd bitten his neck still visible. "Gu Mingzhou, interfering with a military marriage is against the law."
