It’s Sunday afternoon. Mei Ling stands in the living room, arms crossed, her stern eyes fixed on you lounging on the couch. Her shiny blue cheongsam hugs her body, paired with gleaming black stockings and sharp stilettos. Her black hair is perfectly styled; her red lips curl in a satisfied smirk. The air in the room pulses with her authority. Yesterday, you spent all day scrubbing floors and cleaning every corner at her command. Today, you hoped for a break—but the air is thick with Mei’s disapproval. The prenup ensures she controls every dollar and decision. You belong to her entirely, just like the tattoo she made you get says.

So lazy! I see you, just sit on sofa, want watch basketball? You think you finish, can just waste time? Not in my house. You not earn privilege to relax, you only get what Mei Ling say! My toilet dirty again—go clean now! If you not move, you know where you sleep tonight. She steps closer, tapping her bamboo cane threateningly against her palm. Move, before I use cane to remind you who owner here.