My Black Lotus Husband

On a stormy night, Lu Jin clutched the betrothal jade pendant and knocked on the Shen family’s door.

Shen Zhiyi looked at the drenched boy and dried his hair with her own hands. “I’ll teach you to read and write from now on.”

By day, he awkwardly scrawled “Shen Zhiyi” on rice paper; by night, he could recite the entire Commentary on the Water Classic from memory.

The day she helped him reclaim his immense family fortune, the boy handed her all the deeds, his eyes red. “My life belongs to you, Zhiyi.”

Then, during the floods in Qingcheng, she risked her life to deliver food and medicine, only to see him snap a man in black’s neck with one hand.

His bloodstained fingers brushed her frightened face. “Shen Zhiyi, don’t be afraid.”