The Prince Insists on Marrying Me, Child and All

She used to be a hotel manager, often working late into the night until she was so exhausted that she collapsed into bed. Who could have expected an accident to make her transmigrate? When she opened her eyes, she had a young son, and her new home was a ramshackle thatched hut that let in the wind from every side. Most days, they could barely get by on potatoes. Life was unbearably hard, but she gritted her teeth and fought to make a living. Early on, she resolved to return to the trade she knew inside out and open an inn of her own. On the surface, he was the manager of a medicine shop in town. In truth, he was a prince of the current dynasty. At first, he took her for a resilient widow raising a child alone and went out of his way to help her: he helped her reclaim the deed to land someone had seized, sent her son to school, and found a suitable shop for her. After that, he showed up at her establishment every day, always on time, ordering nothing but a bowl of noodles and sitting quietly. She had always thought of him as a kindhearted man. The moment she learned he was a prince, she panicked and deliberately avoided him for days, refusing to meet him. Until one day, he cornered her in the kitchen, leaving her nowhere to run, and quietly exposed her true feelings: “It’s not my status you’re avoiding. It’s the heart of yours that’s already chosen me.” She tried to get away, but he had already set his heart on her and refused to let go. All she wanted was one partner for life and a peaceful, secure home of her own. He placed everything she wanted before her, and gave her a freedom all her own, without constraints.