The 1970S: The Gruff Man’s Sweet and Delicate Little Wife

The unluckiest thing that ever happened to Meng Youhe was being forced to move to the countryside and marry a farmer. The earthen house was drafty, the coarse-grain cakes scraped her throat, and the well water was ice-cold. She spent every day in tears, wishing she could disappear on the spot. But she never expected that the man named Lu Ye would spoil her this much. She washed a hole into his shirt. He didn't get angry, but snapped at the gossips instead: “My wife's hands are meant for painting. I'm happy to support her.” She complained that the food tasted bad and threw a tantrum, so he saved all their precious white rice for her and hid away to chew on coarse-grain cakes himself. She screamed when a weasel scared her, and he awkwardly patted her back. “Don't be scared, don't be scared. I'm here.” She grew more and more willful, more and more unreasonable. She ordered him around, lost her temper at the drop of a hat, and shamelessly acted jealous in public... Every woman in the village was bitter with envy. “Why her? What's so special about her?” But Lu Ye said, “There's nothing about her that isn't wonderful.” Later, she became a nationally renowned painter, and he became a famous entrepreneur. Standing on the award stage, she said, “None of what I've achieved today would have been possible without the love of my life, Lu Ye.” Down below, Lu Ye grinned like an idiot. [Content warning: If you can't accept a willful female lead and a male lead who puts up with her, this isn't for you.]