At the dining table, everything must be dishes Meng Weiya likes. If he likes something that she happens to dislike, she would wrinkle her nose and say it smells bad, then have the waiter take away the dish he likes.
When the two of them go to see a movie, it always has to be the kind of movie Meng Weiya prefers.
Those overly saccharine romantic films—he clearly doesn't enjoy watching them, but he still pinches his nose and accompanies Meng Weiya.
And he has to watch intently, because afterward, Meng Weiya will discuss the plot with him. If he can't recall even a single detail, Meng Weiya will lose her temper and throw a tantrum.
Things like this happen frequently, too many to count.
To sum it up in one sentence—being with Meng Weiya is like being with a princess who is used to absolute rule. Whatever she wants, she gets.
Meanwhile, Xie Weichen is like her servant, always catering to her whims in everything.
