Qiao Mosheng had always thought she was marrying the Jian family's third son, so when she found Jian Shen Yang, the eldest son, waiting for her at the Civil Affairs Bureau, she was stunned.
Jian Shen Yang, who had long held a position of power, was a taciturn, refined, aloof dictator. He treated his wife like a little animal kept under his watchful eye, peremptorily demanding that she obey him and never defy him in the slightest.
She went to a party, but before half an hour had passed, the housekeeper arrived on his orders. “Madam, sir asks you to come home.”
“I just got here. I’ll come back later.”
“Madam, sir won’t be happy.”
Except when she was at school, whatever she did, the moment she left, he would send someone to “invite” her home.
She was about to go mad. “Jian Shen Yang, what are you trying to do? Can’t you be reasonable?”
“Be good. Don’t make me unhappy.”
“You’re the one making me unhappy!”
“You don’t need to do those pointless things.”
“But they aren’t pointless to me!”
He looked at her as if she were an unreasonable child. “Look at you, making me angry again.”
