So, two years ago, following the family’s wishes, I got married just four months after graduating from university. My marriage inevitably had elements of a business merger. To be honest, I didn’t care much about getting married because I didn’t believe I could love. If there’s no love, then who I marry and when becomes even less significant to me. However, if marriage was inevitable, I at least wanted to choose a woman advantageous to me. Among the many candidates provided by the family, I chose her – Misha, because she was beautiful and well-mannered, from a good family. She was a docile girl, not pretentious, simple, and reserved. In short, she had little temper, even a bit timid, making her easy for me to control. Thus, we got married, without love, at least not from my side… At that time, she was still a senior in college… From then on, her life revolved around me, while my life just had an additional her!
But undeniably, just as I had planned, marriage allowed me to naturally avoid the family’s endless nagging about getting married, and her presence made me even freer… Misha never interfered in my private life; her silence was precisely why I married her. From the beginning, I saw and knew clearly that she wouldn’t, nor dare to, control me. So, after getting married, I became even freer, spared from the constant pressure of my elders to wed, and relieved from the entanglements of various socialites. I lived freely and indulged myself… If before marriage, I was still troubled by the family’s expectations for marriage, after marriage, I was completely liberated. From then on, the family had no control or demands over me…
I thought life would continue with a virtuous wife at home and a myriad of beauties outside, no need for so-called love, just freedom and career. But then, I met a girl I couldn’t let go of. Paris – the place where we first met… Due to a collision, we swapped phones – I initially thought it was just a woman’s ploy to get my attention. But the truth was, Ye Ye didn’t even know who I was. She was wearing a bathrobe, staring at me in her room with a look of surprise, water droplets still clinging to her elegant collarbone… Her eyes sparkled like the stars, her cherry lips slightly parted… I couldn’t help but kiss her… It was sweet, a sweetness that warmed my cold heart… I invited her to dinner right then, where a small incident occurred. Her reaction, however, was far beyond my expectations… A gentle Eastern girl could be so wild… She slapped the woman who was harassing her and then left the restaurant with grace… I did something I had never done in my 26 years – I chased after a woman…
