After half a semester of martial arts lessons, when those kids came to bully him again, he directly pinned the ringleader to the ground and gave him a beating.

Although the teacher called his parents afterward, his mom only scolded him on the surface. Once they were home, she actually praised him for doing the right thing.

Most importantly, those kids never dared to mock him to his face again.

From then on, he understood that having a strong body made it less likely to get bullied. He stopped being picky with food and started exercising regularly.

Honestly, I didn’t believe Big Stutter when he said he’d fight someone he argued with. But if I were the one being unfairly bullied, then it’s possible the other person might indeed get beaten up by him.

Many of my friends say that Big Stutter is a “wife-doting maniac.” But then again, I’m no different—I’m a “husband-doting maniac.”

No, I should say I’m also a “wife-doting maniac.”

I’ve never really had a serious argument with Big Stutter. Most of the time, when I provoke him, it’s just because I want to get intimate with him and make him put down whatever he’s doing to focus on me.

Wait, I think I remember one time we actually did fight.

It was during a period when my job wasn’t going well. I was constantly in a bad mood, and I began to feel insecure, thinking that Big Stutter was too perfect for me.

This led me into a cycle of paranoia.

If Big Stutter took a call away from me, I’d get suspicious. If he got frequent messages, I’d get suspicious. If he went on a business trip, I’d get suspicious…

But deep down, I knew it was all in my head. I didn’t actually want him to be up to something, and since I had no evidence, I never showed these negative feelings in front of him.

The breaking point came one day when I had a class reunion to attend and didn’t go to pick him up from work. On my way to the restaurant, it suddenly started pouring rain, and I remembered that Big Stutter hadn’t brought an umbrella. Worried that he might get sick from the rain, I almost skipped the reunion to pick him up instead.

That’s when I saw him with a male colleague, who was about half a head shorter than him, huddled closely under the same umbrella. They were laughing and running together, and eventually, they even went into the same restaurant.

Looking back, I realize there was nothing much to it. But at the time, my mind was unstable, and a small thing like that blew up in my head. I got angry and turned around, heading straight to the reunion.

As I mentioned, I’m terrible with alcohol, so that night, I purposely drank a lot and got completely wasted.

My original plan was to stay out all night to make Big Stutter worry, but as I got more and more drunk, I ended up asking a close friend to drop me off at Big Stutter’s house instead.

I stayed out, didn’t respond to messages, and figured Big Stutter would be worried sick. I even thought about asking a handsome classmate to take me home, just to make Big Stutter jealous by acting close to him.

But I drank way too much that night and completely blacked out.

When I woke up the next day, I was indeed in Big Stutter’s room, but he wasn’t there.

Hearing me stir, Big Stutter came in holding a bowl of porridge, his expression not looking too good.

Even though I had no memory of the night before, judging by his expression, it seemed I had successfully pissed him off.

As he fed me, he asked, “Do… you… w-want… t-to e-explain… l-last… l-last night?”

I found my outlet for all my bottled-up frustrations. I scooted back on the bed, accidentally spilling half the bowl of porridge in the process.

Later, I found out that Big Stutter wasn’t angry at me for drinking so much. He was upset that I hadn’t asked him to pick me up.

But at that moment, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I ignored him cleaning up the spill and blurted out what was on my mind: “You’ve got some nerve to ask me! Why don’t you explain who that guy you were sharing an umbrella with was?”

“H-he… I… I d-didn’t… d-didn’t…”

“Didn’t what? Didn’t do anything? Well, I didn’t do anything either.” I turned my back to him. “Leave. I don’t want to see you right now.”

The room fell silent for a while before Big Stutter actually left.

I sat on the bed, feeling like I should cry, but no tears came out.

The longer I sat, the more I realized something was wrong. I wasn’t normally so unreasonable, but at that moment, I started to feel like I’d been taking his kindness for granted.

I got up and walked out of the bedroom, hoping to find Big Stutter, but he was nowhere to be seen.

I called out for him, but there was no response.

Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with guilt, realizing that I was the one acting foolish all along.

Fear gripped me. I desperately wanted to see Big Stutter.

I wanted to beg for his forgiveness, to apologize for my unreasonable behavior. I had wronged him, and I knew it.

But he didn’t answer my calls or texts. He wasn’t responding at all.

The fear kept building up until I could no longer stand it. I rushed back to the room, changed my clothes, grabbed my keys, and was about to leave.

Just as I opened the door, I saw Big Stutter pacing at the entrance.

I froze, and he held out a cake toward me, saying, “W-wife, s-sorry…”

I finally realized what was going on and felt my heart ache for him.

Ignoring the cake, I threw myself into his arms. “You big dummy, why didn’t you answer my calls?”

He gently rubbed my head and said, “I t-turned… the s-sound o-off.”

I cried my heart out in his arms, letting all the frustration and grievances wash away, along with all my baseless suspicions.

I asked Big Stutter, “It was me who was being unreasonable. So why did you buy me a cake and say sorry?”

Big Stutter replied, “B-because… I… I know… y-you would n-never… r-really be… angry with me, and… y-you’re… my wife, after all.”

That’s when I realized Big Stutter truly is a “wife-doting maniac,” and I officially certified it.

From now on, I’m going to follow his example and become a proper “wife-doting maniac” myself.

Big Stutter chimed in: “It’s ‘h-husband-doting maniac’!”

Little Hong An An: Why didn’t you get jealous when my handsome classmate brought me home? Don’t you love me anymore?

Big Stutter: W-what handsome c-classmate?

Handsome Classmate: Sorry, I was drunk too.

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Our first Valentine’s Day together was on the third day of the Lunar New Year.