Text third person
I am a migrant worker. I never wear a wedding ring outside. No one in the company knows that I am married.
My husband is a househusband and a "soft rice man" in the eyes of outsiders. Since we got married, he has been home taking care of me and my cat.
I married him not because I loved him, but because he loved me and he was more suitable.
But my husband is really suspicious.
That day I came home from a social event. My husband was waiting at the door to greet me. He took the windbreaker I took off and suddenly asked with red eyes and tears, "Which man does the smell of men's perfume on your clothes and the short hair on your shoulders belong to?"
I remembered that this was a new intern in the company. At a dinner party to celebrate his transition to full-time job, he was given wine. I have never been used to the culture of drinking and drinking, so I drank a few drinks for him.
After the dinner, he came to hug me drunkenly, rubbed his head on my shoulder, and said, "Thank you very much."
…
In the seventh year of marriage, Chu Li would rather admit that she was mentally ill than divorce An Ningjue.
Just because she couldn't bear it anymore, her husband, who was gentle and carefree in the past, became more and more paranoid and sick.
Every day when she comes home from work, her husband will question her whether she is involved with another man.
Everything may have started when her husband smelled the men's perfume on her clothes... No, maybe earlier.
But she was blinded at the beginning and did not see the sludge that had been fermenting for many years and waiting to erupt under her husband's pure face.
Purpose: To build a complete self