My CEO Husband Is a Northeastern Chinese Guy

Su Yu had just secured a place in graduate school when his husband sweet-talked him into flying abroad to register their marriage. He was married young.

His husband's rowdy friends used to tease him by calling him their sister-in-law. Now, employees at every level of his husband's company respectfully call him the president's wife.

His husband was three years older, 1.9 meters tall, broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped, with a face carved like a blade. Standing there in a sharp suit, his domineering CEO aura was explosive. He was so handsome he could make your legs go weak.

The catch was: never, ever let him open his mouth!

Su Yu was graduating and needed to find an internship, but he wasn't happy with any of the places he'd interviewed at.

When he got home, his husband took off his apron, carried the dishes to the table bare-chested, then effortlessly lifted Su Yu onto his lap.

He tipped Su Yu's chin up and rubbed it possessively before pressing close to his ear and asking:

"What's with that long face?"

"My job search isn't going very well."

"Ah, that's no big deal! I thought I'd done something wrong. Scared me half to death. Don't worry, come work at my company. Your husband has everything arranged for you, all nice and proper."

Su Yu had a bad stomach but couldn't keep himself from eating what he liked. He secretly went out for Chongqing hotpot with his classmates, then spent half the night sweating from the pain.

His husband scolded him with a stern face. Su Yu was already in pain, and now he was getting lectured too. He was so upset he cried and argued with him, until his husband stormed out, furious. "That's it, I'm done! Do whatever you want!"

Helpless, Su Yu curled into a ball and buried his face in the pillow, sobbing.

After a while, his husband came back, wrapped in the chill of late autumn, carrying some powerful stomach medicine and Su Yu's favorite stomach-soothing porridge.

He strode over, then carefully helped Su Yu take his medicine and eat. Heart aching, he wiped away Su Yu's tears, but couldn't resist a couple of snarky remarks: "You're hopeless. You're a grown man, but you're good for nothing."

Su Yu loved dragon-whisker candy, and every month his husband would drive for hours to take him to a local shop for the most authentic kind.

The candy was white and delicate, fine as dragon whiskers. One bite was crisp, and it melted as soon as it hit your tongue.

Whenever Su Yu ate it, he got it all over himself, sometimes even smearing it on his nose.

His husband affectionately reached up and brushed the tip of his nose, but said, "Look at the state of you. You're a filthy mess!"

Su Yu: ...

I'm losing it :)

Coming soon: My Southern Wife and the Northeast Steel King in the 1980s

Zheng Jingren, nicknamed Steel Cannon, was the little tyrant among all the naughty kids on Gan Fanpen Street in Laomuling, Tudingzi Mountain.

He chased rabbits and shot birds up in the hills, caught fish and shrimp in the river, and got so tanned he was practically black. He was a bona fide little rascal.

The Zheng family had only him, their sole heir, and his grandparents doted on him like crazy.

That is, until he was ten, when his father brought home a little boy so pale he seemed to glow. His name was Jiang Wanyu.

Steel Cannon's carefree life as an only child was over.

The good stuff had to go to him first, the new toys were his to play with first, and even an eraser had to be cut in half so he could have a piece.

Steel Cannon couldn't stand him. All he wanted was to chase him out of the house.

As kids

At first: "You little sissy, you stuttering loser. You can barely climb into bed. Get the hell out of my house!"

Later: "Who bullied you? Ergou? Dezhu? Or both of them?"

"Got it, bro. Just wait. I'll knock out both their front teeth and give them matching double doors." (He snatched up a broom and rushed out.)

As adults: He pins him to the seat of a cargo truck whose upholstery has split open and takes him again and again, threatening him in a gruff voice: "If I catch you smiling and chatting with another girl again, I'll tan your lily-white ass."

Theme: Keep hope in your heart, and anything is possible