This book tells the story of a young reporter and a female mayor’s life after marriage...

A humorous and mysterious marriage!

What is happiness?

Money? Power?

An endless pursuit...

Suddenly, one day when you look back, you’ll realize that happiness is actually... so close to you...

Chapter 0: The Jinx

In Beijing’s official circles, there has always been a saying: you may not know your own wife, you may not know your own parents, but there is one person you must know. He is a man, a man known as the “Jinx.”

But one day, the “Jinx” disappeared from Beijing. No one knew where he went. There were many rumors, but the most credible one was that he died—he was killed.

After all, he had offended far too many people. Just how many? Some busybody did the math: a small company has about a hundred people, and all the people those hundred offend in their lifetimes, added together, might just equal the “Jinx’s” glorious record over the past few years.

The power of the two words “Jinx” is self-evident. Even long after he disappeared, officials big and small would still mutter that phrase in their dreams at night: “The Jinx is really scary, really.”

Chapter 1: The Baffling Brother-in-law

Summer had arrived. The blazing sun slanted down on the street, and a gentle breeze swept by—whoosh—like tender green leaves drifting along the roadside, destination unknown...

At the Fengyang City Talent Market, a handsome figure stood tall at the entrance, muttering to himself the resolve he’d repeated countless times: “Succeed or die trying. I’m a high-level talent, hmph, wherever I go I’m in demand!”

As if it were a psychological suggestion, Brian Harris felt invigorated and full of confidence at that moment. It was as if Mr. Bill’s spirit had possessed him, making him almost believe he was already a successful man, with a monthly—no, annual—salary in the millions.

In fact, those familiar with Comrade Brian Harris would know that this was already his Nth time coming here to look for a job. This burst of energy wouldn’t last long; soon enough, all that awaited him was the same old line: “Go home and wait for news. We’ll contact you within three days.”

Three days? He’d waited thirty and still heard nothing!

At the very least, give a guy a heads-up! Poor Old Harris waited and waited, the resentment in his heart—don’t even mention it.

He tidied his bird’s nest of messy short hair, straightened his cheap street-market shirt, and Comrade Old Harris once again stepped into the sacred talent market.

He had barely set his right foot inside when a crisp, electrifying female voice rang out: “Hey, brother-in-law, what are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in ages.” The voice was sharp, absolutely the unique tone of a teenage girl—half-coquettish, half-complaining, enough to make your bones tingle.

Brian Harris instinctively stopped and looked over, only to see a lively young girl bouncing straight toward him. At most a middle schooler, her exquisitely carved, rosy little face radiated youthful energy. Cherry lips, a delicate upturned nose, fine brows and big eyes, paired with her cute, bouncy steps—she made the nearby graduates feel a criminal urge just looking at her.

However, Brian Harris secretly shook his head: “If this were my daughter, I’d have spanked her ages ago. Ah, kids these days...” The girl’s outfit was just too trendy—fluffy afro, wild purple eyeshadow, a low-cut, belly-baring thin top. All signs pointed to her being a little delinquent.

Though Brian Harris was only 26, this kind of getup still made his back go cold. He wondered if he was falling behind the times. In this age of debauchery, nothing is surprising anymore.

But what really made his heart race came next: the girl actually bounced straight toward him, her lively big eyes sparkling with excitement and surprise.

Could it be that his charm was so great he’d won over this young lady’s heart?

At that thought, Brian Harris straightened his back even more. She wasn’t his type, but a man’s ego was greatly satisfied.

“Brother-in-law, I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to take me out to play. Hmph, and you didn’t even call me.” Grace Bennett’s delicate, adorable little face was full of complaint, her rosy lips pouting in displeasure as she looked at him. “I don’t care, now that I’m finally on summer break, you have to keep your promise. If not, I’ll tell my sister and make her not sleep with you, hmph.” As she spoke, her lotus-like arm wrapped around Comrade Brian Harris’s arm, her not-yet-developed chest pressing against him, giving him a taste of a different kind of temptation.

“I don’t even know you. Who’s your brother-in-law?” Brian Harris, who had just been pleased at the thought of a romantic encounter, was dealt a not-so-small blow and slouched a bit. In front of a beauty, a man usually tries to show his best side. So why did he slouch? Because that way he could see the faint curve of her chest under her low-cut top. Though pitifully small, to Old Harris, who had been abstinent for years, it looked plenty full. His predatory gaze was blatant and direct, like a starving man eyeing a fragrant pork knuckle—he simply couldn’t look away.