One Year into Marriage, He Loses Control

Bo Jinzhou married Miss Fang. Cold and aloof, he tossed down an agreement: "We'll split expenses after marriage, and we won't have children." After the wedding, he was stationed abroad for long periods, returning once every six months. He had little interest in sex, but his demands of her were exacting: "Fang Yu must be loyal to me, body and soul." "If she betrays me, I reserve the right to claim enormous damages." It was all there in black and white, perfectly clear. A marriage forged for the sake of family ties, with both of them lonely singles within the marriage. Married, yet practically widowed. But a year later, the woman had driven him half out of his mind. He completely lost control, chasing after her and asking, "Fang Yu, do you love me?" Again and again, he asked with childish, stubborn insistence: "Fang Yu, do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me or not?" He lost, and he lost willingly. "I won't divorce you. Even if you don't love me, I'm still not divorcing you." After her younger sister got into trouble, Fang Yu was taken back by her stepmother, who arranged for her to marry Bo Jinzhou. For her, this marriage was all about interests. She wanted to bring down the person she had set her sights on. A whirlwind marriage, sweet romance. The male lead is mercurial, while the female lead is innocent and wild. Someone once said of them: "You seem so courteous and respectful toward each other, like a model married couple. There's no passion. You don't seem like a real couple." Bo Jinzhou: "Go home and look up the words in a dictionary. The ancients coined 'courteous and respectful' and 'a model married couple' to describe the highest form of love between spouses. Since when did they become insults?" No passion? His wife bites his Adam's apple every night. Their passion is more than obvious. What do they know about married life? Not a damn thing...