Little Plum Blossom, Why Did You Submit the Wrong Manuscript Again?

Ever since I was a kid, I thought I was raising a wife. I never expected to raise a nemesis instead. When she fell into a mud pit at five, I fished her out. When she got into a fight at ten, I took the blame. At fifteen, she sent a love letter to the wrong person, and I spent all night chasing it down.

After finally making it to college graduation, I decided to lay my cards on the table. “So, what do you think of me?”

She blinked her big eyes, looking completely innocent. “Do you provide food and lodging? And spending money, too?”

I gritted my teeth and nodded. She turned around and announced on her social media feed: “I've got myself a new long-term meal ticket. Fully equipped!”

Wait, how did things go so differently from what I expected?