I couldn't fight him. Grudgingly, I swore if I ever got the chance, I'd make him do quizzes. No finishing, no sleeping. Half the night later, I had a plan.

As his girlfriend, I don't have much leverage. But as his wife? Make me do quizzes? He'd be kneeling on a washboard. So I planned a proposal in a wide-open space, heart-shaped candles and all, and called Chi Yan over. Open space to avoid grass fires, naturally. The second he showed up, he frowned. "These candles are a fire hazard. Unsafe. Don't do this again." He hadn't clocked that I was proposing. I watched him snuff out the candles, trying to stay calm. It's fine, I didn't plan well. His firefighter instincts are normal. But his next line set me off. "Why're we here? Finished the quizzes I gave you?" I snapped, family. Proposal site, and before I could speak, he's on about quizzes. I kicked him, furious. "Quiz, quiz, quiz! Screw the quizzes!" He can play alone. If I ever think about romance again, I'm not human. Chi Yan, clueless, saw I was pissed and wouldn't listen. So he hoisted me over his shoulder and took me home. The moment my feet left the ground, I unleashed every curse I knew. He acted like he didn't hear, trapping me on the couch at home. "Why're you yelling at me?" Great. He still didn't get why I was mad. Fuming, I turned away, ignoring him. He started guessing. "Because I put out the candles? They were unsafe. If you want to play, I'll find a safe way next time. Or is it because I gave you too many quizzes?" Is he a quiz demon reincarnated? Seeing I wouldn't talk, he grabbed the unfinished quizzes, saying, "Calm down with these." Calm down, my ass. But scared he'd carry me again, I did them, crying the whole time. "Chi Yan, you jerk, why am I always doing quizzes? I'm done with you! I'm never proposing again, and I won't say yes if you propose!" He froze at that last bit, jumping up. "What? You set up those candles to propose?" I buried my face in the quizzes, refusing to answer, just to mess with him. Panicked, he covered the papers. "You're not joking? You were really proposing?" I turned away. "Wasn't joking then. Now? Not so sure." He needed to feel the stakes. I didn't want our wedding to be all romantic until he says, "Babe, finished today's quiz?" I'd have a heart attack. Chi Yan grabbed my hand, muttering, "How'd I let you beat me to it?" I looked at him. Caught between keeping his secret and calming me down, he chose the latter. "I was gonna propose in a few days. Ring's already ordered. Didn't expect you to move first." He said he gave me quizzes because I'd fall asleep halfway through—dead asleep—so he'd measure my ring size then. I thought he was making excuses, but I had no proof. He kept going. "The ring's the style you like—" I covered his mouth. Let's keep some mystery. His eyes sparkled with amusement. "You good now?" I huffed. "Barely." His excuse was flimsy, but I bought it. His brain is that weird.