Jiang Lili used to think she knew. She’d believed Fu Xingchen loved her. Now, she just shook her head. “I don’t know.” “I wanted you for your compliance. I thought you were different from other women.” Fu Xingchen leaned back against the seat, mustering a rare patience to reason with her. He hated women who argued incessantly, who made trouble. A man’s place was in the world, a woman’s in the home