Ye Hancheng’s view of his wife: Beautiful, kind-hearted, gentle and caring—a delicate girl who’s easily brought to tears and incredibly clingy.... more>>

His friends’ view of Little President Ye: Henpecked! Always showing off their love without realizing it.

During friends’ gatherings, Ye Hancheng often complained to his old buddies about his wife’s alcohol intolerance, how he couldn’t even touch a drop, and how, if he came home late, he’d end up sleeping on the couch with the dog.

One friend never quite understood—why did Brother Han always complain with a grin on his face?

A friend who didn’t know better was outraged, “Unacceptable! Divorce her, you have to divorce her!”

Ye Hancheng sighed, “I can’t. She can’t live without me.”

After the gathering, Ye Hancheng got into an accident on his way home and, when he opened his eyes, found himself reborn at eighteen.

A few days without his wife, and Little President Ye couldn’t sit still: I have to find my wife.

One day, on Xinghua Street in Sangcheng, Ye Hancheng, dressed in a custom white shirt and black slacks, had just stepped out of his black Maybach when he saw a teenage boy running towards him in a panic.

Chasing after him was a girl wielding a stick as thick as an adult man’s arm.

Little President Ye’s face lit up with joy, “Wife!”

He watched in astonishment as the girl chased the boy down three whole blocks with the stick.

Little President Ye: Where’s my delicate, gentle wife?! <<less