My Slave Husband

A warning: this is a ridiculous, fluffy blurb: A slave has no property, freedom, or rights. They are one of the “have-nots,” the owner’s “property,” and the owner has the right to order them around, bully them, and dispose of them. But the slave in Chu Ci’s household is good-looking, intelligent, principled, and well-liked: a young person with all the right qualities. What’s more, she’s the “remote control” who has her owner wrapped around her finger. Did Chu Ci buy a slave to boss around, or did she buy herself a master to be bossed around by? Sure, the slave paid for herself. Sure, the slave had once saved Chu Ci’s life. Sure, she was the one who showed up at Chu Ci’s door. Sure, there’s more… But at least Chu Ci is the owner in name. How did she end up doing all the hard work? Without pay, and having to buy her own insurance, too? Well, it all comes down to this: one’s willing to do the hitting, and the other’s willing to take it. Now for the serious, literary version: From the moment they met, they fell into a trap with no way out, destined to be entangled for the rest of their lives. True love can withstand wind and fire. Part the clouds and mist, and you’ll find a love that runs deep. The fate of the realm or the longing between lovers: which matters more? Who can say? Handsome men are everywhere, and every one of them has an ulterior motive. There’s melodrama, there are ridiculous plot twists, and there’s helplessly fluffy writing. Actually, this story is quite serious… ※ This story has all kinds of terrible, tragic endings, so feel free to give up on it!!! I’ll decide what to do when I find my inspiration and start the next chapter… Theme: