Heavenly Match

On my wedding day, my husband was kidnapped. While my mother-in-law was busy haggling with the kidnappers, I had nothing better to do, so I spent the entire day at home binge-watching dramas. The plot had just reached a tragic climax, and I was weeping uncontrollably. That evening, my husband returned looking like he’d been through a war. A flicker of unexpected tenderness crossed his face. “You were actually that worried about me?” I looked up at him blankly. To be honest, this was the first time I’d actually seen him. When my dad showed me his photo and asked if I was satisfied, I’d been too busy watching dramas to even look. I married Yun Chu for the money, not the man. It didn’t matter what he looked like-it didn’t even matter if he was dead or alive. Through my tear-filled eyes, his handsome face was a bit of a blur. His white shirt was torn, leaving only the top half, exposing scarred abs. In my daze, I mistook him for the male lead who had just died in my drama. Ah, he was back, but my male lead had just died in the finale while taking the villain down with him. His Wifey still didn’t know anything and was waiting for him at home… The tears started gushing out again. The pity on Yun Chu’s face deepened. He walked over to the bed, pulled me into his arms, and tossed the tablet aside. “Don’t be afraid. It’s over now…” As the screen paused, the image of the male lead’s funeral portrait caught my eye. Overwhelmed by grief, I couldn’t hold back. “Waaaah, Hubby!” “Don’t cry, Hubby’s here,” he coaxed with a low, magnetic chuckle against my ear. The palm resting on my waist felt scalding hot. I snapped out of it slightly and broke free. “Wait, I wasn’t calling you.” He froze. “What?” I scrambled off the bed to pick up the tablet. My finger accidentally hit the play button, and the male lead’s memorial service continued. As the funeral music blared through the room, my tears sprayed out. “Waaaah, Hubby, you died such a miserable death…” Yun Chu’s face turned completely dark as he dragged me back onto the bed. He asked me a lot of questions that night. Questions like, “Take a good look at who your Hubby is,” “Does your TV Hubby know we’re doing this?” and “Is a living Hubby better, or a dead one?” I answered until I was drained dry. When I woke up the next morning, I had dark circles under my eyes and a pounding headache. Whatever. This is just what marriage is like. I’d been mentally prepared for this for a long time.