At Three O'clock in the Morning, My Husband Called Me a Bitch in the Design Institute.

In the high-pressure design institute ecosystem of City A, female architect Lin Yu and her husband Chen Mo, who is also an architect, were once the enviable "Chen Gong Lin Gong" partners, with the dream of building a career and family together using reinforced concrete. However, years of industry oppression, high-intensity overtime work, meager wages and the pressure to survive in big cities are like cold and heavy cement, which is poured layer by layer, alienating their bodies, minds and relationships. Lin Yu struggled between his career ideal (creating light and agile buildings) and practical dilemmas (squeeze from Party A, structural conflicts, endless overtime). He regarded "buying a house to put down roots" as the only driftwood to maintain his marriage and future. For this reason, he did not hesitate to drain himself, and even turned into a cold financial planning machine. Chen Mo, on the other hand, has completely slipped into nothingness under the weight of reality, building high walls with games, indifference and emotional detachment, viewing his wife's struggle as futile self-consumption, and his marriage has become a cold cage that he urgently needs to escape from. The novel uses an all-night overtime work in a design institute as the tipping point: Lin Yu is on the verge of collapse due to structural problems with a cantilevered beam. When he begs Chen Mo for support, he is met with harsh ridicule and cold rejection. This conflict at three o'clock in the morning tore away the mask of warmth and exposed that the core of the marriage had already become cancerous - communication was cut off, understanding was lacking, and values ​​were in conflict...