Chapter 1 The resentment against the red wall, the wrong change on a rainy night
In the late autumn of Shanghai in the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, the vermilion gate of Lu Mansion was closed tightly, and the blue bricks and black tiles were covered with sycamore leaves, which made the carved beams and painted buildings look a bit desolate. Fu Wenpei sat by the window, her fingertips caressing her bulging belly. There was an indescribable sadness in her eyes, mixed with a bit of confusion and coldness buried deep in her heart. She was originally a lady from a scholarly family in the south of the Yangtze River. She had gentle features and was literate since she was a child. She was supposed to be matched with a well-matched family and live a stable life. However, three years ago, she was spotted by the then warlord Lu Zhenhua. He took her into the house by force, regardless of her and her family's pleas.
At that time, Lu Zhenhua was dressed in military uniform, imposing and imposing, with the unique domineering and fierceness of a warlord. When he dragged her away from her family members who were crying on the ground, he only said, "Follow me, and I will protect you for the rest of your life." When she first entered the Lu Mansion, Fu Wenpei was filled with fear and resistance. She hated him for being arrogant and for ruining her life. She often cried in tears at night and even tried a hunger strike to resist, but was suppressed by Lu Zhenhua. He would force her to eat and remain silent when she looked at her coldly, but he would also bring her some rare rouge and gouache and Jiangnan silk and satin when he returned from the march; he would stay by the bedside and feed her medicine himself when she occasionally felt cold; he would awkwardly sit with her in the courtyard on a full moon night and talk about trivial matters in the military camp.
Fu Wenpei's heart finally softened as we spent time together day after day. She was used to his decisiveness in killing others, but he retained a bit of clumsy tenderness towards her; she was used to his aura of power and power.
