Li Muyue is a professional domineering CEO top from a melodramatic romance, the most brainless kind.
On rainy days, he locks the protagonist bottom outside. He cuddles up to other people right in front of him, punishes him with the silent treatment at the drop of a hat, and sometimes even beats him, smacking him hard across the face twice.
In the end, once the protagonist bottom has accumulated enough heartbreak points and found his true love, Li Muyue gets kicked to the curb. Only then does he realize he has long since fallen hopelessly in love. He suffers unbearable pain, kneels in the rain for three days and nights begging, but can't get so much as a glance in return. Then he gets written out and sent packing.
It's a high-paying, stable job. Apart from his knees being a little worn out, there's nothing wrong with it.
He just can't figure out why his "wife" has been looking at him so strangely lately.
Li Muyue slaps the divorce papers onto the table. "I'm sick of this. Let's get divorced."
His wife calmly ties on an apron. "We'll divorce next time. I made sweet and sour ribs for you tonight."
...But those are sweet and sour ribs!
Li Muyue reluctantly closes his eyes and recites his lines. "You're so pathetic. Someone like you isn't even fit to be my dog and lick my shoes. And you actually thought I would give you my heart..."
Then he feels a kiss land on his eyelid.
His wife smiles. "I couldn't help myself. You're so cute."
On their anniversary, Li Muyue pretends to cheat and doesn't come home all night.
His wife simply waits quietly for him to return. Then he gently wraps his arms around him from behind, rubbing his lips against his neck again and again as if reluctant to let go.
"It's good that you're home."
Li Muyue: "..."
Damn it, even his conscience is starting to hurt. Does this guy have no limits?!
After several rounds of this, Li Muyue can't take it anymore and unleashes his ultimate move, viciously slapping the man across the face.
His wife neither cries nor throws a fit, and doesn't lose heart and run away. Instead, he leans closer:
"Mm, baby, I want one on this side too. Could you hit me a little harder...?"
[Little Extra]
One time, kidnappers took both his wife and his white moonlight hostage. Holding a knife to them, they demanded he choose one.
Li Muyue glanced at the man putting on a tearful, frightened act with Oscar-worthy skill. His eyelid twitched. "I'll choose the fragile flower."
That night, the lover he had "abandoned" pinned him fiercely to the bed, gripping the back of his neck and demanding again and again, "Who would you choose?"
"You wouldn't choose me even if you had a hundred chances. Is that really true, darling?"
Li Muyue: "..."
Does getting screwed by the protagonist count as a work injury? Can I apply for compensation?
# Petty, green-tea top X miserable wage-slave bottom
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