Pregnant and Seducing a Powerful Official! The Wicked Ex-Wife Awakens

(A plump, curvy beauty VS a rigid, traditional, self-restrained minister)

Wen Yu forcibly took Fu Yanxiu’s innocence.

Only after they had consummated their relationship did she learn that she was a minor character in a book.

The future Number One Scholar would become the chief grand secretary.

And Wen Yu herself was the chief grand secretary’s early-dead first wife, vicious to the extreme and destined for a gruesome death. Her children and husband would both end up with someone else.

Wen Yu: I’m doomed!

An early-dead first wife? She couldn’t bear that kind of suffering.

She decided to stay away from him.

Who knew she would get pregnant before marriage and start suffering morning sickness…

She had no choice but to discuss marriage with him, but Wen Yu refused to marry him no matter what.

She cried and complained that Fu Yanxiu was no good in bed.

Her father planned to find her another match, but Fu Yanxiu refused to accept it and even petitioned for an imperial decree.

Wen Yu: I’m screwed!

After sharing one night of passion with this man, she couldn’t get rid of him, and now he was going to torment her by making her marry him.

Fine. He would become a powerful minister one day. As long as Wen Yu stayed alive, she was sure to become a lady of the imperial court.

There was no way she was dying young. She would live to a ripe old age!

After getting pregnant and then marrying, Wen Yu planned to lie flat and love herself.

But the minister’s gaze shifted from disgust to possessiveness… and grew increasingly unsettling.

In the study.

Fu Yanxiu was writing at his desk when Wen Yu brought him sweet soup.

He looked at his curvy wife, whose clothes were stretched tight and whose face was flushed.

Fu Yanxiu: What kind of look is that!

He found several books on self-cultivation and gave them to Wen Yu to read.

Wen Yu felt wronged. This was simply how her body was built.

Later, in that very same study.

He held an inkless brush in his hand, his pristine, elegant robe sinking into the softness of her body.

He began to paint with his body.

His long fingers rested on her waist. “What are you afraid of? We’ve only just begun.”