Chapter 1
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On March 12, National Treeplanting Day and Mr. Chenâs birthday, they got married.
Mr. Chen had decided on the wedding day. When he previously discussed things with Miss Cheng, heâd said, âWe canât set it on Valentineâs Day, nor can we set it on your birthday.â
Miss Cheng had found it odd. âWhy?â
âBecause I need to give you a gift on our wedding anniversary. If itâs on the same day as a holiday, I can only give you one gift for both holidays. Youâd lose out.â
Miss Cheng pondered it over deeply before nodding her head. âThen we canât set it on White Day either, or your birthday.â
âNo, you can only choose between these two days,â Mr. Chen said. âThat way, youâll give one gift less to me and Iâll help you save money. See how well I can run a household.â
Miss Cheng rubbed his head in praise while Mr. Chen was delighted.
On the day of the wedding, there was a little accident. According to tradition, Mr. Chen Youlin[1] should first pick up Miss Cheng Yiran[2] from her house, where heâd be ridiculed and jeered at by her friends before piggybacking his bride down the stairs and onto the marriage car.
As Mr. Chen finished being viciously oppressed by her friends until they let him through, he prepared to pick up his bride. However, the rusty lock that had hardly been oiled since Miss Chengâs youth decided to forsake its owner.
They couldnât open the door.
No matter how the person inside pushed and shoved, or the people outside pounded, poked, or pulled, the iron grille door stood stubbornly between the groom and bride like the Queen Mother of the West separating two lovers on the shores of life and death.
The crowd had worked themselves up into a sweat as they kicked up a row and called for the lock company. Miss Cheng held her forehead inside the door and sighed, while Mr. Chen stubbornly turned on the key outside. âRelease my wife, let her go, ah, let her go! Give my wife back to me! Give her back, you bastard!â
Only in stories would the male lead get a golden finger from the author. Reality didnât work like that.
So no matter how much the male lead resented and struggled, all he could do was wait for the lock companyâs employee to let his wife out.
Naturally, the wedding ceremony was delayed by an hour before proceeding as planned.
Everyone whoâs gotten married in China knows that this was a laborious event. After busying themselves for a day before returning home, the new groom and bride took a shower, lay on the bed, and went into their respective dream worlds.
On the morning of the second day, Miss Cheng woke up before Mr. Chen. She climbed off the bed and cooked a pot of porridge, cleaned up around the new house, and set the table before lifting up Mr. Chenâs covers to kick him off the bed and wash up.
When they were eating breakfast together, Cheng Yiran saw that Chen Youlinâs hand was a little shaky. She took it for a look and found out that this idiot had used too much strength yesterday turning the key. Heâd actually rubbed a layer of his skin raw. With a sigh, she helped him stick on a band-aid before stroking his head again.
âI used up all the band-aids in the house on the first day of our marriage. Your task when you come home tonight is to buy a pack of band-aids as our reserve, understand?â
Mr. Chen docilely nodded his head and went to work.
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After getting married, Miss Cheng became Mrs. Cheng[3]. The well-behaved and kindhearted Mr. Chen never dared to bring Mrs. Cheng any trouble when he went home. However, todayâs rainy day broke that streak.
Cheng Yiran looked at the soaking wet form of Chen Youlin holding a dog, her eyes like daggers digging into his flesh. âWhat is this thing?â Hands on her hips, she blocked the way into the entrance hall, forbidding Mr. Chen from taking off his shoes and walking in.
âItâsâ¦a dog,â Mr. Chen replied meekly.
Outside, the lightning and thunder threw Mrs. Chengâs mood into sharp relief as she glared. âDonât I know itâs a dog! Iâm asking why you brought it here? Both of us work during the day and our house is so small, how can we raise him?â
Like the dog, Mr. Chen was looking at Mrs. Cheng. âBut donât you think heâs very pitiful?â
âAwrooâ¦â the dog chimed up in agreement.
Mrs. Cheng kneaded her forehead. âChen Youlin, I say, you should think about the reality first.â
âHeâs very pitiful. Are you going to cast him aside?â Mr. Chenâs face was all disappointment, his eyes shimmering brightly. âI married a wife with a heart of stone.â
âAwroo.â
Blue veins popped out on Mrs. Chengâs forehead as she gripped her slice, ready to hit him. But seeing Mr. Chenâs eyes, her heart softened as she sighed. âFine, we can leave him here for the night. But we have to send him away first thing tomorrow morning.â
Mr. Chen immediately took off his shoes and went inside the house, bringing the dog to the bathroom. âThen letâs talk about temporarily taking him in first.â
âI said weâre only keeping him here for now! Tomorrow, weâre sending him away!â
âRegardless, itâs still taking him in.â
Mrs. Cheng gave a helpless sigh. She knew itâd be nigh impossible to send this dog away tomorrow.
The first dog theyâd ever adopted in their lives was called Meatball. Mrs. Cheng didnât like him very much in the beginning, but after a few more days, she was completely taken prisoner by the white and furry Meatball. It was Mr. Chen who raised the first complains. âLetâs send the dog away. Tonight, you put more meat in his bowl than mine for dinner.â
Mrs. Cheng disapproved as she smacked away his hand and took the dog into her arms. âCanât you get your own meat?â
âMy wife doesnât even love me anymore,â Mr. Chen pretended to rub his tears away, but was spurned by Mrs. Cheng.
âWho was the one that said we should take him in because he was pitiful? As I see it now, none of your acting cute and pretending to be pitiful can compare to my Meatball. Move aside.â
Mr. Chen clenched his teeth in hatred and regret, and the succeeding days in the household were filled with scenes of a man and dog vying for affection. Every time, Mr. Chen would suffer a crushing defeat. Of course, sometimes the pure and innocent dog still couldnât compare to the sinister man who sold his body in the middle of the night.
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A gorgeous, multicolored sunset painted a beautiful scene for the weekend. Mrs. Cheng cleaned up the last of her documents, wondering how long itâd been since she and Mr. Chen had a date. When she calculated the expenditures for the month, she decided that seeing a movie and eating a big meal out was still acceptable. Thus, she immediately tidied away her things and went to Mr. Chenâs office.
She didnât tell him what she was thinking because she planned to give him a pleasant surprise, but who knew that Mr. Chen would give her a fright, first?
Cheng Yiran leaned against her car door. She saw a man and woman walk out from the elevator of the garage, the male supporting the female with an anxious expression. The woman laughed and pretended to say she was all right, but kept leaning in towards the manâs chest.
Cheng Yiran raised an eyebrow, feeling that her position had been publicly challenged. She dialed Chen Youlinâs cell phone and watched as he fumbled to take the call. âWhere are you?â she asked.
âYiran, Iâve run into some trouble today and wonât be able to come home for dinner. Youâ¦â Mr. Chen raised his head to see Mrs. Cheng looking at him, smiling yet not smiling. He suddenly sensed something amiss as his hand supporting the woman abruptly felt hot and uncomfortable.
âOh, what kind of trouble? Tell me about it.â
The voice on the phone reached his ears at the same time as Mrs. Chengâs own voice. Mr. Chen withdrew the hand supporting his female colleague and rubbed his head with a grin. âAhahah, itâs just that, I accidentally tripped someone, so I was planning to help her home.â
Mrs. Cheng nodded as her gaze settled on the female colleague. The latter suddenly understood the relationship between them and awkwardly straightened up, not daring to even raise her head. âIâ¦hiccup, thereâs no need to take the pains, itâs the same if I call a taxi home, the same thing,â As soon as she finished, she nimbly fled the scene of the crime.
Mrs. Cheng pretended not to understand. âHn, her feet are pretty agile.â
Mr. Chen nodded in astonishment. âYeah, it was pretty serious beforeâ¦â
Mrs. Cheng gave him a sideways glance before snorting coldly and getting in the car. A crestfallen Mr. Chen went to sit in the driverâs seat. The entire way, Mrs. Cheng only stared at the scenery without saying a word until Mr. Chen couldnât hold back anymore. âHow about we go to the supermarket?â
âWhat for?â
That personâs tone made Mr. Chen want to curl up and shiver. Nursing a grievance, he said, âTo buy a washboard so I can kneel on it at homeâ¦â
âDonât we have a keyboard? Put it in a corner and kneel there for the night.â
âCan I kneel for half a nightâ¦? I have to sell my body and serve you for the first half.â
Mrs. Cheng couldnât resist a laugh, though she still felt mad thinking of what had happened. Her hands gave Mr. Chenâs arm a vicious pinch. âThis is for holding on so tightly! Youâre a man with no morals!â
âHurts, it hurts. Yiran, I really did trip her. I was afraid Iâd hurt her, because then Iâd waste my time serving you, serving her insteadâ¦â
âThatâs a lame argument!â Mrs. Cheng determined. âTonight Iâll award you to Meatball. Go serve him, youâre not allowed on my bed!â
Mr. Chen had no choice but to sigh, but he was happy in his heart. He knew such a small case of eating vinegar[4] couldnât hurt the deep feelings between them. Occasionally, a show of jealousy or two could regulate feelings between husband and wife, allowing one to realize that the other still cared about them. Mr. Chen thought back to everything that had happened. Back when he was still chasing after Mrs. Cheng, she was still someone elseâs girlfriend. The vinegar heâd ate back then was like acid corroding his bones to drip onto his intestines. But after his insides had been eaten up, the feelings left in hindsight were still hopelessly in love with Cheng Yiran.
There was no helping it. Who told him to fall in love?
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[1] Chen Youlin (é使) â Chen is a surname that means âlay out, put on display, explain,â You is âhelp, protect, bless,â Lin is âforest, woods, grove.â
[2] Cheng Yiran (è£ä¾ç¶) â Cheng is a surname meaning ârule, regulation, order,â Yiran means âstill, as before.â
[3] Miss Chen became Mrs. Cheng â traditionally speaking, Chinese wives donât change their surname after marriage.
[4] eating vinegar (åé) â chi cu, another word for jealousy, because being jealous is akin to the sour, burning sensation of eating (drinking) vinegar.