In her previous life, Li Siyun was the legitimate daughter of a distinguished family. She married into a marquis's household and worked herself to the bone, using her dowry to cover all the family's expenses.
She longed for a harmonious marriage. Even when the marquis treated her coldly, she devoted herself to raising the child they had adopted, loving him as her own.
On the day her son came top in the imperial examination, she was overjoyed. Instead, someone brought her a cup of poisoned wine.
Her son spat at her, “She is my mother. If you hadn't stood in our way, the three of us would have been reunited long ago. Now you can die.”
The marquis looked down at her, holding his frail, helpless cousin from afar. “The position of marquise was hers to begin with. Your death will simply return it to its rightful owner. Dying so easily is too good for you.”
Li Siyun died consumed by hatred.
For over twenty years, she had tirelessly managed the household's business, only to raise a family of ungrateful wolves.
When she opened her eyes again, she had been reborn soon after her wedding.
Everyone who had bullied and humiliated her would pay.
Want the adopted son entered into the family register? Then she would divorce!
The old madam who had tormented and troubled her in her last life was “seriously ill”? Then Li Siyun would make sure the old woman got treated for real!
She happily returned home and reconciled with her parents.
But then Xiao Mo stuck to her like a plaster.
When she sat down to eat, he handed her chopsticks.
When she beat up a scumbag, he threatened to tear down the entire marquis's residence.
At a banquet, Li Siyun was accidentally drugged with an aphrodisiac.
By the time Xiao Mo arrived, her eyes were flushed, her gaze shimmering like peach-blossom-tinted spring waters, her face tinged with desire.
Her slender fingers climbed his chest, caressing him inch by inch as she breathed hotly beside his ear.
Xiao Mo's Adam's apple bobbed. His gaze darkened with barely restrained desire, and his voice turned hoarse. “Are you inviting me?”
Li Siyun grabbed his collar and pulled herself against him, her eyes bright. “Isn't it obvious enough?”
