I, Jiang Tang, an online writer who just wants to sleep in peace, was "sold" by my father to Lu Chenzhou, a Buddhist scholar in Beijing, and signed a one-year contract marriage.
I thought that after getting married, we would be strangers and roommates, but unexpectedly, this Buddhist man came home as soon as he got off work, took me on trending searches every day, and even wrote me in the beneficiary column of his company's listing documents.
I wrote this marriage into a novel, and netizens were talking about it, so I quickly clarified: "There is no prototype, so don't mess around!"
As a result, that night, Lu Chenzhou, who never opened his eyes to women, pushed me against the corner with his eyes red: "Isn't it true that I have no prototype? Then who am I?"
