[Marriage first, love later + sweet teasing + extreme pulling + horse-falling scene + slap in the face of the best relative + doting on his wife, a maniac + contrasting cuteness]
In order to escape the fate of being sold to a disabled old man, when I was desperate at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, I grabbed a man with a cold temperament in a white shirt: "Handsome man, do you want to get married by agreement? I will support you!"
After we got married, I thought my husband had a monthly salary of 3,000, and he worked diligently every day as a restorer of cultural relics, studied Chinese medicine, and engaged in hacking, trying to make money to support our family.
Until one day, the intangible cultural heritage embroidery I designed sold for a sky-high price at auction. The host respectfully invited the buyer behind the scenes - it was my "poor" husband!
And he was slowly taking off his Patek Philippe, saying in a doting tone: "Honey, your vest fell off. Now, it's my turn."
