My family forced me to marry that broke bricklayer — said he had nothing going for him besides a pretty face. At the wedding my friends were all snickering, saying I picked a beggar out of everyone. Fine, I thought, if we have to get married, we'll lay bricks together. Then on day three of marriage, a bunch of guys in black suits knelt at our studio apartment door, calling him Young Master — said the whole group had been looking for him for ten years. I stood there holding my instant noodles, completely shocked. He turned around, smiled at me, and said: Babe, no more instant noodles from now on. Watch free on Palmbox.
