I Really Don't Want to Get All Abstract with My Wife

Qiao Zhiyuan returned from studying abroad and somehow ended up married. Her new wife was Lu Tingjue, the eldest daughter of the Lu family.

Looking at her fiancée's photo, Qiao Zhiyuan sighed. "I really hit the jackpot. How did someone like me get this lucky?"

On their wedding night, Qiao Zhiyuan felt her way into the room in the dark. Hearing the breathing beside her, she lay rigidly on the edge of the bed. The next morning, she woke up to discover that her wife was a vegetative patient who couldn't care for herself!

Wonderful! This is great! She could rule the household!

But then she overheard the servants chatting and learned that she'd been sold to the Lu family to bring good fortune to their eldest daughter, and was expected to give Director Lu a granddaughter.

Once she learned the truth, Qiao Zhiyuan could only flee in the middle of the night. She could accept becoming a widow, but she couldn't possibly have a baby and raise it. Before she could even climb over the courtyard wall, the steward caught her and smilingly escorted her back to her room.

Qiao Zhiyuan accepted her fate and decided to repay the debt with her body. After all, the eldest daughter wasn't bad-looking.

Under Qiao Zhiyuan's nightly, diligent efforts to "bring good fortune," the eldest daughter really did wake up.

Her first words were, "Your technique is terrible. It really hurts!"

Her second words were, "We don't get along in bed as wives."

Mortified, Qiao Zhiyuan ran away from home that very night. Divorce! They had to get divorced!

But all the properties in her name were jointly owned by her and Lu Tingjue as a married couple. With nowhere else to go, Qiao Zhiyuan had no choice but to check into a hotel. Her wife showed up there and said, "This hotel is mine. Xiao Yuan, couldn't wait to come straight to me?"

Qiao Zhiyuan stubbornly insisted, "We don't know each other well and have no emotional foundation. We should live separately for now."

Lu Tingjue lowered her brows. "Wasn't all that intellectual sparring in the game enough?"

The mention of the game only made Qiao Zhiyuan angrier. "Your affection score for me in the game was zero the whole time!"

Lu Tingjue didn't even blink. "The game's bugged."

That night, lying in bed on the hotel's top floor and biting her blanket, Qiao Zhiyuan silently regretted everything. Who taught Lu Tingjue all those tricks? Would she ever get the upper hand again?

Theme: Compatibility is what makes a relationship last.