My Arranged Marriage Partner Has Two Faces 56

Forced into an arranged marriage and living under the same roof, they establish three rules: maintain a superficial husband-husband relationship and divorce amicably after a year.

One day, Xi Shi is drinking with friends at a bar, complaining incessantly: "My arranged marriage partner is a weirdo. White shirt, black glasses, thermos full of goji berries, old-fashioned, abstinent, and no fun. He's in bed by ten every night. Ugh, even looking at him makes me lose my appetite."

Neon lights flash. A friend stares at a man in a booth: "Holy crap, that guy is so handsome! He's a god!"

Xi Shi glances over dismissively and instantly turns to stone.

Still in the same white shirt, but without his glasses, his prim and proper arranged marriage partner is being given a lap dance.

Xi Shi, feeling utterly betrayed, rips the dancer off Zhong Yuxiao: "Get lost."

The people in the booth tease: "Oh, which little lover is this who came looking for you? Spicy."

"My wife."

"...Doesn't seem like your type."

The man looks up, his voice languid: "Indeed, not my type."

"An arranged marriage partner forced on me by my family."

Xi Shi laughs in anger: Fuck.

This arranged marriage partner of his is interesting.