Mu Dailan hadn't even graduated from college before she learned how cruel the world could be. She took her grandmother's advice and married a "good man."
For the first twenty-four years of his life, Ke Mu had struggled to make ends meet. At twenty-five, his career had begun to take off. After hearing an introduction from a matchmaker, he took one look at his future wife's face and quickly married her.
Mu Dailan was so angry she was speechless. "This is fraud! The matchmaker told my family you were a big boss. Now you're telling me this house is rented, you've been putting on an act, and in three days we're moving to another rented place in Liushui Alley?"
Ke Mu sat there unruffled. "The matchmaker didn't lie. I am a boss. It's just that all my money is tied up in trucks. Give it some time, and you can pick any house you want. How's that?"
A little over a month into their marriage...
Ke Mu held a spatula. "Mu Dailan, the matchmaker said you were an educated, refined, well-mannered, gentle, and virtuous college student. But I do the cooking, I clean the house, and I even do your laundry. Now I ask you to help me balance the books, and you tell me you're tired and won't do it?"
Mu Dailan glanced at him calmly. "Ke Mu, the matchmaker never said I had to do any of that after getting married. Besides, you do the laundry because you're the one who took the clothes off..."
The matchmaker forced a smile. "Good grief, thanks a lot, you two!"
Theme: Keep your feet on the ground and create miracles.
