After three years of marriage, Qing Xi and Su Mingyuan had treated each other with “icy” courtesy. It wasn’t until a woman showed up at their door, visibly pregnant, that Qing Xi realized how badly the marriage she had poured her heart into had failed.
She thought divorce would let her escape it all. But when she turned to leave...
A man from the Su family, a family that kept its secrets close and whose name alone made people nervous, inexplicably latched onto her and stubbornly insisted on marrying her.
At her wit’s end, Qing Xi frowned and shouted, “Mr. Su, when are you going to stop?”
Su Heng scooped her up without giving her a chance to refuse. “No one in my family has ever disgraced us by divorcing his wife. It doesn’t matter that Su Mingyuan doesn’t want you. I’ll marry you.”
Qing Xi was close to tears. “Young Master Su, did you just transmigrate here from feudal times? Are you a complete clown?”
Very good. . . .