[Delicate Little Trouble-Maker x Cold-Faced, Jealous, Controlling, Max-Level Wife-Doting Maniac]
Outsiders all say Mu Zhaobai was born lucky.
The year he was born, his father struck it rich. He spent twenty years living in luxury, and when the family company was on the verge of bankruptcy, he married Lu Yuan, the heir to the Lu family. He never had to suffer even the slightest hardship.
But Mu Zhaobai had long been dissatisfied with this marriage.
"Lu Yuan is such a dad. No, even my own dad isn't this controlling!" Mu Zhaobai complained to his friend. "He won't let me smoke or drink, won't let me go clubbing or hang out with friends, expects me to answer the phone within five seconds, makes me report in before I go out, insists I be home by nine, and even monitors how many words I say to other people!"
"Meanwhile, he never comes home all year. When he does, he just stands there with an icy expression, like he'd love to weld the words 'Keep Your Distance' onto his forehead!"
Mu Zhaobai was sick of it. He dreamed of slamming divorce papers right in Lu Yuan's face, but he didn't have the nerve, not until their first wedding anniversary.
His secretary called. "Madam, President Lu was in a car accident. He..."
Mu Zhaobai's eyelid twitched. "Is he in a vegetative state?"
"...No. President Lu has amnesia."
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Lu Yuan's memories had gone back ten years.
Back then, the Lu family had not yet taken him in, and he was a poor child mistreated by his foster parents.
His friend told him that he was now married, and that his wife was sweet and beautiful. They were loving and harmonious, a model couple everyone in their circle envied.
Lu Yuan kept his eyes lowered throughout, neither agreeing nor denying it.
Before long, his sweet wife walked into the hospital room, looked him up and down, and clicked his tongue. "What husband? You married into our family. If I tell you to chase a chicken, you absolutely cannot chase a dog instead. Got it?"
Lu Yuan looked at that familiar face. Ignoring his friend's hesitant expression, he nodded. "Got it."
No one noticed that the fist he'd clenched had quietly loosened when he saw Mu Zhaobai.
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To make the man sick of him and get a divorce as soon as possible, Mu Zhaobai made a scene at every opportunity, ordering Lu Yuan around and constantly finding new reasons to pick a fight.
Who could have guessed that the amnesiac Lu Yuan would go along with everything? He traded his crisp, dark suits for casual clothes, stayed up all night gaming with Mu Zhaobai, gave him foot rubs and shoulder massages without a single complaint, and even obeyed the young master in bed.
He kept calling him "wifey," with a smile that was practically priceless.
It wasn't until Mu Zhaobai brought out a divorce agreement that the man's expression darkened for the first time.
The young master had no idea what was going on, and kept babbling excuses. "The agreement expired last month. I only waited until now because you were sick..."
Lu Yuan concealed the icy darkness in his eyes. "Are you going to find that man?"
Only then did Mu Zhaobai remember that he'd made up a secret crush to avoid an arranged marriage. He gave a vague, evasive answer, and the man wrapped his arms around him from behind. His slightly hoarse voice fell by Mu Zhaobai's ear.
"Don't send me away, okay?"
Mu Zhaobai froze. The man bit and kissed him again and again, and he couldn't bring himself to say no.
He'd finally trained up a model husband who did everything for him. Maybe he should enjoy it a little longer?
When Mu Zhaobai realized the man had regained his memories, he packed his bags and made a decisive escape under cover of night.
He hadn't even made it out of the room before he was caught.
Lu Yuan tugged at his tie and trapped him against the wall, his eyes deep and intense. "That suitcase is so heavy. Does it hurt your hand to carry it, baby?"
Trying to run now was too late.
Reading Guide:
They are each other's only partners, both emotionally and physically, in every sense!
Theme: Recognizing your own heart.
