There is a Beautiful Woman in the Handsome Man's House

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At first I thought it was 1v1, but after reading a few chapters I found out that it was not the case, the male protagonist even has a baby. And the male protagonist also wants to rape the female protagonist. The chapters are confusing and the plot is draggy.

I hate this book, but the writing is good What I hate is just that I hate the male protagonist's three wives and four concubines, which makes me sick. All in all, the characters are well created and the plot is good However, I hate the image of the male protagonist created, it's very annoying. But the author's character creation is very vivid

Personally, I think the male protagonist is a scumbag🤔

The male protagonist is also a person who likes the new and hates the old. His first wife followed him when he was down and out and gave birth to children for him when he was in a high official position. Regardless of the friendship for many years, he took in two concubines one after another. I only hear that the new people are laughing, but I don't know that the old people are crying. During the Republic of China, the Four Olds had not yet been destroyed. Is it the cruelty of the times or the humbleness of women?

I would say that the good-looking ones are all devilish. The chapters are not continuous, the meaning is unclear, and the preface does not match the follower.

Qiushu is a good book with good writing style. It also gave me a rough understanding of the turmoil and panic of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. Although the male protagonist is a warlord, his focus is on protecting his family and the country. He just doesn't agree with his treatment of women. Maybe I'm deeply influenced by monogamy. The characters in the book are very vivid, with flesh and blood. Support! !

The writing style is really good, but maybe people won't accept that kind of story, Three Wives and Four Concubines. But it is history and it is very real. It's really beautiful, especially there are a lot of ancient poems and famous quotes. I like it very much. Please update it. I haven't eaten anything today. I finished reading it all morning. It should be popular, right?

This book is well written, the plot and writing are okay. The male protagonist is a warlord with a domineering personality and doesn't care much about other people's feelings. The heroine was born in a feudal family, with a conservative character and sentimental character. Both the male and female protagonists have flaws in their characters, and no one is perfect. But personally, I hope that the male protagonist can respect others, which is a basic quality. The heroine can be more independent and self-reliant. She should not be upset and cry when she is wronged. Before national events, don't just care about the love between your children.

I like the novels of the Republic of China very much. Your writing style is very good. I give two votes to you and support you! It's just a setting where the male protagonist has three wives and four concubines. I prefer the one-on-one relationship between the protagonist and the protagonist.