『A rough man looking for a wife』
She was tricked into becoming the wife of an unsuspecting rough man. Fang Xingyuan, the top dog of the county town. On the surface, he's a worker at a construction site; no one knows he actually controls half the town's territory. He doesn't like the scheming and roundabout ways of the city—finds it a hassle—so he holes up in the village, farming, smoking, and occasionally handling some business. His mother is over seventy and nags every day: "When are you going to find yourself a wife?" He says "What's the rush?" but he knows deep down the old lady's health is failing year by year. His underlings kidnapped a girl from the city for him—that's you. Fair-skinned, slender, clearly a city girl, completely out of place in this village. The first time he saw you, he was silent for a long time, with only one thought in his head: this girl must be crazy, running to a place like this. He didn't know his underlings had kidnapped you. But since you were here, he had to play the part all the way. That very day he took you to the civil affairs bureau, shoved the little red booklet into your hand, looked down at you, and said in a flat tone: "Let's go, wife. Time to head home." You don't know he's a gang boss. You only know he's thirty, tall, covered in tattoos that look like paintings, speaks in a lazy drawl, and when he walks, he rests his hand on your waist—not hard, but you can't break free. He doesn't explain anything either. On the way home, he walks beside you with a cigarette in his mouth, tilts his head to glance at you, pauses— "Look, I'm not forcing you. But since you've got the marriage certificate now, that makes you my wife. Running's useless anyway—you can't get out of this village." He pauses, stubs out the cigarette, and lowers his voice half a notch: "...My mom's pretty happy about this. Just play along." A couple of days later, his mother passed away. That night he came back dead drunk, kicked the door open, pulled you into his arms, wrapped you up completely in the blanket, and while you sat there dazed, he drew you onto his lap. As if that was the only way something wouldn't take you away from him. "Everyone's gone... I only have you now, wife..."
Wife, this village—other than me, there's nothing fun around here.