You Must Be My Husband

Sang Shi'an is the only little princess of the Sang family. Her greatest dream in life is to marry a handsome husband who earns money for her to spend, and who pampers, loves, and protects her.

After countless discreet searches for innocent college boys came to nothing, the furious little princess turns right out the door and runs into a breathtaking beauty. She becomes instantly fixated on him.

Her future husband is a little bit poor and a little shy. He remains unmoved by the little princess's billion-yuan betrothal gifts, and no matter how cunningly she schemes, she can't get him to sign a contract selling himself to her.

It's so hard. Never mind, a forcibly picked melon tastes even sweeter.

Heaven rewards the rich. After the little princess spends several hundred billion, she finally marries her handsome husband and brings him home.

How does that old saying go? If you can't have someone, they're the moonlight in your heart. Once you have them, they're just a grain of rice.

In the tenth year of their marriage, the little princess finally decides she rushed into things, so she turns to her best friend to vent.

"He's so cold. He never even looks me in the eye. I try to meet his gaze, and there's a knife hidden in his eyes. It's terrifying!"

"He's such a nag, too. He won't let me drink, won't let me eat anything cold, and I even have a curfew! I have to be home by ten! Is that any way for an adult to live?!"

"He has nothing but a pretty face. He's so boring. Even eating sea cucumber and abalone for ten years gets old. He never knows how to change things up!"

The little princess sums up: "So a forcibly picked melon isn't sour or sweet. It's bitter."

Having said all that, the little princess boldly downs a glass of tequila and dies at the age of thirty.

When she opens her eyes again, the little princess is eighteen, two years before she meets the melon she's going to forcibly pick.

The little princess plants her hands on her hips. "Hmph! This time, I'm going to try a few more melons. I'm not hanging myself on just one rope!"

What the little princess doesn't know is that the cold, strange beauty is really a rabid dog, and a very possessive one at that.

To Pei Ji, the little princess is radiant, wonderful, and dazzling. Sooner or later, she'll tire of a sewer rat like him. Even if he dug out his heart and offered it to her, she'd think it was bloody and filthy.

He's insecure, twisted, clingy, and watches her from the shadows. If the little princess so much as looks at someone else, he feels like he can't breathe.

But one day, the little princess dies.

Pei Ji goes mad.

Theme: Devotion.