He despised my modesty and adherence to tradition, calling me boring and lifeless. He spent every night at clubs, refusing to come home. Until an accident transported me along with him to modern-day America. My husband was ecstatic, eager to dump me and start his new life. He dragged me to his friends and introduced me with impatience: "This is my distant cousin from the boonies. She's illiterate." "If any of you bros know a single guy, introduce him to her. As long as he's breathing, it's fine." In his circle of friends, the billionaire heir who usually looked down on everyone suddenly spoke up: "This cousin... I'll look after her." 1. I time-traveled. One moment, I was in the study, arguing with Sterling about him trying to bring yet another mistress into our estate. The next moment, I appeared in a house with a bizarre layout. Standing opposite me was Sterling, looking dumbfounded. "Holy sh*t!" "Holy sh*t!" "HOLY SH*T!!!" "I'm finally back! Hahahaha!" Sterling ran around the room like a lunatic, laughing and crying at the same time. He kept muttering words I couldn't understand. "Coke, fried chicken, burgers, steak, hot pot, BBQ... I missed you all so much!" "I'm going skiing, drag racing, surfing! Hahaha!" I looked around the strange environment in terror, frozen in place. After a long time, Sterling finally remembered me. He frowned, looking at me like I was a migraine. "Crap, how did I bring you along?" "And you traveled in your body? You don't even have a Social Security number. This is going to be a hassle." He was always saying things I didn't understand. Back in our time, and now here. My husband, Sterling, the heir to the Dukedom of Anping. Like other noble sons, he spent his days gambling and womanizing. But he was different from them. Because he always complained about being bored, claiming he came from a society a thousand years in the future. I always thought he was speaking madness. I never thought it was all true. 2. Sterling decided to take me out. He threw me a set of strangely loose long sleeves and pants and told me to take off all the jewelry in my hair. I didn't dare refuse. I obediently changed into the clothes he specified. He led me into a strange metal carriage, and soon we arrived in the city center. The skyscrapers towering like mountains terrified me. My legs felt like lead. Everything was too eerie. The strange metal carriages were everywhere, emitting heart-stopping honking sounds. There were people wearing bizarre clothes with hair dyed in every color of the rainbow. I clutched the hem of Sterling's shirt tightly, following him step by step. I threw all my aristocratic etiquette to the back of my mind. Like a drowning person clutching a straw, I wouldn't let go of Sterling. He was the only person I knew in this strange and terrifying world. After a few steps, a giant brown bear suddenly appeared around the corner! "Ah!" I was already like a frightened bird; my soul nearly left my body. Sterling shook me off impatiently, his voice full of disgust: "Elara, are you sick? You're going to make me deaf." "It's a mascot. A guy in a suit. Do you understand?" Passersby cast confused and mocking glances at us. I seemed to have embarrassed Sterling. I bit my lip, suppressed my fear, and followed him carefully. "Your hair is too long. I'll take you to get a haircut first." "Heh, Elara, let me give you a total makeover!" Sterling cheered up quickly and dragged me into a magnificent shop. 3. "Hi, do you have a preferred stylist?" I looked at Sterling for help, feeling extremely uneasy about the young man approaching us. This place was strange; why were there so many young men? Sterling pointed randomly at a guy and smirked with bad intentions. "Give her a buzz cut. And bleach it blonde." I didn't understand what a "buzz cut" or "bleach" meant. I only knew that I had to do whatever Sterling said. I couldn't afford to upset him. Sterling's temper had never been good. In the past, whenever he was unhappy, he would bring a new woman home. Dancers, singers, actresses. He not only took them in but gave them names similar to mine. My name is Elara. The women in the estate became Eli, Ella, Elle... Because of his unruly behavior, I became the laughingstock of the entire capital. Our last argument was because he wanted to marry a brothel madam. She was over thirty, a full twelve years older than Sterling. If he brought a madam into the house, our Ducal estate would truly become a joke. Sterling was disdainful: "I really can't stand you ancient women." "Reading moral codes all day, did you read yourself stupid?" "Elara, you're like a dead fish in bed. What right do you have to stop me from having fun?" I clenched my fists, fingernails digging into my palms without feeling pain. "Husband, if you insist on this, let us divorce." Sterling jumped up in anger. "Bah!" "Keep dreaming! You wish!" 4. Sterling didn't dare divorce me. Our marriage was set by the Grand Duke. My grandfather and the old Duke were comrades in arms; my grandfather saved his life on the battlefield. The old Duke swore that whichever grandson won my heart and married me would be the heir. Sterling was the third son, incompetent and ignored by his father. He started doing everything he could to get close to me. He sent me flowers every day, sang strange but beautiful love songs. He created surprises, giving me many weird but fun gifts. He even remembered my monthly cycle, personally brewing hot herbal tea for me. I had never seen a man like him. I quickly fell for his bold and passionate display of love. But I didn't expect Sterling's passion to be as fleeting as fireworks. After we married, he found me boring and rigid, saying I was as tasteless as plain water. He started spending his nights at the club, refusing to come home. Even after being severely disciplined by the Duke, he just started bringing women into the house, one after another. Even the old Duke eventually gave up on him, leaving only one sentence before he died: If the day came that I divorced Sterling, his title and inheritance would be revoked. Crash! Sterling swept the ink and paper off the desk, his face pale with rage. "Elara, if you dare ruin my fun, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Seeing me stand straight and unyielding, he smashed a jade scepter on the shelf in a fit of rage. "F*ck!" "I'm sick of you ancient relics!" "When the hell can I go back?!" The jade scepter exploded with a blinding white light. The next instant, Sterling and I appeared in his home in the modern world. 5. "Miss, your hair quality is amazing. A buzz cut would be a waste." "It's black and glossy, like a shampoo commercial. Honestly... I can't bring myself to do it." The stylist's words pulled me back to reality. Someone was singing in the room, chanting words I couldn't understand, like a spell. The music was too loud; I couldn't hear the stylist clearly. I blinked blankly, then saw the man in the mirror grit his teeth and cut off a chunk of my long hair. I screamed and stood up, my eyes instantly red. "You... you... you!" "Why did you cut my hair?!" In my world, our body, hair, and skin are gifts from our parents, not to be damaged lightly. Only criminals sentenced to prison would have their heads shaved as humiliation. The stylist stepped back, holding the scissors awkwardly. "Didn't... didn't your boyfriend say you wanted a buzz cut?" "I haven't even started shaving yet." I touched my now shoulder-length hair with trembling hands. The fear and anxiety accumulated all day turned into tears. I cried until I couldn't breathe. "You... give me back my hair." "I... I..." Sterling rushed over with a dark face, roughly wiping away my tears with his hand. "Elara, are you crazy?!" "It's just a haircut. Why are you crying? I can't stand you!" "People here cut their hair all the time. What are you crying for?" Because I cried so miserably, the stylist didn't dare continue. Finally, the female owner came out, calmed the angry Sterling, and gently comforted me. "Your hair is already cut like this. If we don't style it, it will look bad." "Don't worry, I promise not to cut it shorter, okay?" 6. I walked out of the hair salon in a daze, with Sterling complaining beside me. "Elara, you are so boring." "I told you, women here have short hair, dyed hair, even bald heads. It's common." "You're in the modern world now. Can't you adapt?" My eyes were red, and I bit my lip hard. "I can't adapt." It had only been a few hours since I traveled here. I had to adapt to cars, horns, skyscrapers. Scary mascots, men and women in strange clothes, and shops I had never seen before. "Fine, fine. Stop looking like a victim, like I bullied you." "Come on, let's buy some clothes. Tonight I'll take you to meet some friends." "I'll let you taste the food here. See? I'm nice to you." Sterling changed his face faster than flipping a page. He pushed my shoulders forward and pulled out a strange white rectangle from his pocket. Many people on the street had these small rectangles, looking down at them even while walking. "Yo, Mike. Let's gather tonight." "Sh*t, long time no see. Missed you guys." "I saw you yesterday? Weird, feels like ages to me." "I'm bringing someone. Nah, not a hot chick. Just average." "Call the crew. My treat tonight. Let's go to Ocean Prime. I'm craving seafood." I watched Sterling talking to the metal slab in shock, forgetting my sadness. Was he talking to people? Through this small rectangle? Was this the "Thousand Mile Voice Transmission" spell from the legends? 7. Sterling took me to a clothing store and pushed me into a fitting room. The small cubicle had a bench and a giant mirror that showed every detail. "Elara, hurry up. Change." I looked at the two pieces of cloth in my hand with shame and indignation, trembling all over. Sterling wanted me to wear this outside? "Are you done? It's just a tank top and shorts. Why is it taking so long?" "You're not so stupid that you don't know how to put them on, are you?" Sterling banged on the door, getting more impatient. I opened the door clutching the cloth, my expression cold. "Asking me to wear this on the street? You might as well kill me." Sterling stomped his foot in anger. "Damn it!" "Elara, you ancient fossil. You don't understand fashion!" Because I refused to cooperate, Sterling didn't give me a kind look for the rest of the trip, nor did he speak to me. This was his usual trick. The silent treatment. Ignoring me, making me doubt myself until I broke down. Only later did I learn this control tactic was called "cold violence." Sterling put me in that strange carriage—the car—again. I didn't know why, but this time the car moved exceptionally fast, taking sharp turns. I gripped the seat tightly, almost screaming several times. My stomach churned, my mind went blank. In the silent air, I could only hear my violent heartbeat. I wanted to go home. 8. When Sterling brought me to the private room in the restaurant, my face was still pale. As soon as the door opened, loud whistles erupted. "Whoa, a beauty!" "Sterling, new girlfriend?" I looked up carefully and saw six men and one woman in the room. The man sitting lazily in the center was particularly eye-catching. He had a sharp, clean haircut, a high brow bone, and deep shadows under his eyes. Hearing the noise, he glanced at us lightly. His gaze carried an intense pressure. This aura... it reminded me of the young but ruthless Prince Regent back home. Seeing him, Sterling's eyes lit up. "Roman! What brings you here today?" I suddenly realized who this man was. Sterling had met the Prince Regent once and was disciplined by him. When he came home, he drank two pots of cold tea, his face pale for hours. "Holy sh*t, the Regent is scarier than Roman!" When I asked who Roman was, Sterling impatiently changed the subject. Roman raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze pausing on me for a moment. "Aren't you going to introduce her?" Once he spoke, the others chimed in like it was a royal decree. "This girl has a special vibe. Is she a ballerina?" "Sterling, where did you meet her?" "She's different from your usual type. Very quiet." Sterling put his arm around someone's shoulder, replying with a grin. "Ballerina? You wish." "This is my distant cousin from the deep country. Illiterate. Never even went to elementary school." "I brought her to the city this time to find her an honest man to marry." "If you guys have any single friends, introduce them." "Average conditions are fine. She doesn't deserve anyone too rich."
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