Mr. Huo, You Were Robbed by Your Eighteen-Year-Old Self

"In the fifth year of my marriage, my eighteen-year-old husband came through time and said he wanted to teach me how to fall in love." Xu Yi and Huo Linshen are a textbook example of wealthy marriages - living in separate rooms, loving each other in front of each other but strangers behind them. It wasn't until the rainy night of the fifth wedding anniversary that a young man, soaked to the skin and with flying eyebrows, rang the doorbell. This is the 18-year-old Huo Linshen, who is flamboyant and enthusiastic. There is undisguised surprise and admiration in her eyes when he looks at her. He was devastated that his "future self" was so cold, and determined to rewrite the ending himself. So, the 30-year-old Huo Linshen was working on the merger and acquisition case in the study, and the 18-year-old planted roses for Xu Yi in the garden. One leaves a light for her late at night, and the other cooks a bowl of porridge for her early in the morning. Xu Yi's inner defense gradually collapsed under the completely opposite offensives of the two "Huo Linshen". Until that day, the boy held her face in the rain and confessed to her, while at the end of the corridor, the thirty-year-old man watched quietly, the cigarette ashes falling from his fingers. He finally realized that the most cruel competition in the world came from another time and space - myself.