My Billionaire Husband

He is the CEO who controls the direction of the global economy and holds the livelihoods of tens of millions of people in his hands. They say he lives in a French castle, waited on by more than a hundred people. They say he is so hideous that the sight of him can scare someone to death. They say he is wicked, cold, and merciless. They say he drinks human blood and eats human flesh. They say he needs a different woman to warm his bed every night. They say... All these rumors fill people with fear, but also curiosity. People have given him a name: Satan. But who really knows what he is like? The bright house is decorated with cartoon pictures that little girls love. All the furniture is in warm colors, giving the place a cozy, homey feel. Its owner seems gentle by nature, with a touch of innocence and childlike whimsy. Waves of delicious aroma drift from the kitchen, making mouths water and inspiring one to wonder what kind of person could make such wonderful food. But no one expects the cook to be a man nearly 190 centimeters tall, with golden hair and perfect features, just like Apollo, the sun god of myth. Who would imagine that the person who made such delicious food could be a stunningly handsome man? And who could connect this master chef with the Satan of legend? He has shattered everyone's expectations. But what is he really like? ~ In everyone else's eyes, she is a tomboy: over 170 centimeters tall, with short hair cut to her ears, thick eyebrows, a straight, pert nose, thin lips that always wear a hint of a wicked smile, and a tracksuit she wears all year round. Her features are delicate, somewhere between masculine and feminine. It's hard to tell whether she's a man or a woman, but she certainly draws the eye. A black belt in taekwondo, a black belt in judo, a black belt in karate, and an eighth-dan rank in kendo. Her terrifying fighting skills make men keep their distance, while women go wild for her. You can't find a trace of the gentleness, grace, or soft-spoken manner expected of a girl in her. Instead, she displays all the strength, passion, and ambition expected of a man, taking them to the extreme. She can ruin clothes just by washing them and set the kitchen on fire when she cooks. Makeup? Sorry, she doesn't even know how to put on lipstick. High heels? No thanks, she'd find walking on stilts easier. Skirts? She's seen them, but never worn one. ~ What kind of sparks will fly when a man who isn't much like a man meets a woman who isn't much like a woman?