(Two men, younger love interest)
A short-tempered but softhearted village tough who gets played and doesn’t realize he’s in love (0), Liu Kuan
A beautiful, delicate, milky-sweet, green-tea crybaby little brother (1), Li Jingyi
Other people might be joking when they say their husband is an idiot. I’m serious. We were neighbors, and we’d played together for as long as I can remember. We were born on the same day and got along wonderfully. Then one day, he rescued me from human traffickers. While we were escaping, we fell down a slope. He hurt his leg and came down with a high fever, so I carried him for who knows how far, from night to day and then back into the night. In the end, because he didn’t get treatment in time, he became mentally disabled. From then on, he became my responsibility. I was grateful to him and looked after him like a younger brother. His understanding stayed at the level of a seven- or eight-year-old child. As I grew up, I started to find him childish. When I was seventeen or eighteen and full of youthful arrogance, I began to see him as a burden and tried to avoid him, but I was tormented inside. My conscience told me it was wrong. Later, I got a girlfriend, but he managed to ruin that relationship, and I grew even more impatient with him. Then his family found him someone to marry. He might have been an idiot, but he was incredibly handsome. Maybe heaven was fair: it took away his intelligence and gave him a one-of-a-kind face in return. And since his family offered a generous dowry, someone was still willing to marry him. I was happy for him. He’d have more people to look after him. But when I happened to discover that the wicked woman had bullied him again and again, and saw him look at me with tears in his eyes, I ruined his marriage too. Later, my parents told me to go on a blind date. He wrapped his arms around my waist and said he’d be my wife…
