At twenty-five, Zhong Wanlin was pressured by her parents into marrying Zhang Jiaqi. Perhaps they enjoyed a sweet honeymoon at first, but as time went on, his ugly side emerged: smoking, drinking, and domestic violence.
Zhong Wanlin had thought about divorce, but her parents objected. The one thing she was grateful for was that she had always insisted on not having children.
After being beaten once again, she finally made up her mind to leave her parents and everything else behind, and find the person she used to be.
But when she woke up, it seemed the roles of men and women had been reversed.
When men were assaulted, women said they were dressed too provocatively.
When men were harassed, women got away with a breezy, “Sorry, I was drunk.”
When men behaved immorally, women simply stayed out of it.
These changes left Zhong Wanlin shocked, yet somehow they also felt like the way things should be.
Zhong Wanlin looked at Zhang Jiaqi, who was staring in disbelief, and slapped him hard. “Call me Your Majesty!”
Zhang Jiaqi looked bewildered. “Your Majesty?”
Zhong Wanlin slapped him again. “I said, call me Your Majesty!”
