A not-so-high-ranking Miss Zhu × the fiercely possessive Tutor He
He’s never been with anyone; she’s a widow.
The patron she’d stolen away was wonderful in every way, and Zhu Qiushuang was completely bewitched for a while. If she hadn’t overheard him calmly explaining things to his friends outside the door, she might have stayed bewitched.
“A mere widow is fit to be kept as a mistress. How could someone of such dubious virtue ever enter my family’s gates?”
“If she’s willing to come in as a maid alongside her sister-in-law, I suppose that could work.”
The room erupted in laughter.
Zhu Qiushuang turned and threw herself into the arms of the youngest Tutor in the court.
One man cast her heartfelt love aside like trash. Another held his heart out to her and kissed the hem of her skirt.
In public, he was restrained and proper. In private, he pleaded to her: “Please, Shuangshuang, be gentle with me.”
But why was her former patron now staring at her with bloodshot eyes, ready to make her his legal wife if only she would return to him?
