Summary
Chapter 0 Married to a Risk Control Freak The first time I seriously considered marriage wasn’t at a wedding, nor was it during some grand confession. It was on a rainy Monday morning. I was standing at the entrance of my residential complex. My phone showed fifty-eight people ahead of me in the ride-hail queue, a late arrival would cost me a two-hundred-yuan deduction from my paycheck, and my shoes were already soaked through. A black sedan pulled up in front of me, and the window rolled down. Zhou Wenyu sat in the driver’s seat, his shirt buttoned all the way to the top. His tone sounded like he was confirming a meeting time. “Jianing Technology Park. Are you going?” I asked, “How much?” He said, “Gas, tolls, and parking fees, prorated by the day. You take the passenger seat; no need to provide emotional labor.” I pulled the door open and climbed in. At that moment, my greatest fantasy regarding marriage wasn’t about someone loving me for a lifetime. It was that on every future stormy day, someone would be going my way.