My Husband Regrets It

Marriage first, love later | Bittersweet romance | The husband chases his wife until he grovels

Jiang Wanyao had once been a sheltered young lady. Then her family suddenly fell into trouble, and to protect her, her parents schemed to marry her into the Duke of Guo's household.

Knowing her marriage had been arranged under dubious circumstances, Jiang Wanyao kept her temper in check and behaved deferentially. She took care of Pei Heting in every way, keeping track of his needs through every season and tending to his daily life. She also managed the Duke's household in perfect order, never making him worry about a thing.

Only when she found a moment to herself could she think of her parents far away, and the man who had taken root in her heart.

But after three years without a child, she never received a word of praise. Even her husband remained cool and indifferent.

Just as she was about to keep enduring it, she saw that bright, graceful figure at a banquet.

In that instant, she decided to divorce him.

Pei Heting was born into a powerful aristocratic family and had his own pride and principles. He never expected to be tricked into marrying the daughter of a disgraced minister, ruining his prospects at court and his marriage prospects.

Naturally, he disliked her.

But when she entered his home, she was gentle, respectful, conscientious, and well behaved. He decided he could stop taking contraception and perhaps try to build a life with her.

He wanted them to live together in harmony, but instead he received her divorce papers.

A divorce? Never! Pei Heting's gaze darkened as he crushed the paper in his hand. Now that she had entered his household, she would belong to him for life.

Even if he died, he would never let her be with that other man.

P.S. The male lead is a textbook patriarch from a feudal society. He's a bit of a jerk early on.

------------------ Next up: The Dowager Consort Hasn't Got Long to Live, launching in July ------------------

In the winter of the twelfth year of Qihe, young women from across the country were gathered to enter the palace. That same month, Emperor Qihe died.

Several young women, barely grown and not yet favored by the emperor, became dowager consorts.

Jiang Yingniang was one of the unlucky ones. Fortunately, she was good-natured and hardworking, so she was able to make a steady living by helping the palace matrons with their work.

Who could have guessed that she would awaken from a midday dream and suddenly realize she was a character in a storybook, and that she didn't have long to live?

Though frightened, she could only accept her fate. She had been a farmer's daughter, selected as a young lady for the palace because she was fairly pretty. She didn't know anyone in the palace, so she had no idea how to make connections.

The way she died in her dream was so horrible that she even considered ending her own life. But she couldn't find a suitable method, so she could only keep surviving, thinking that if the day really came, she would bang her head against a wall ahead of time.

Later, she met the tyrant from the storybook. Knowing she was going to die at his hands, Jiang Yingniang trembled in fear, but the tyrant pulled her into bed.

To make matters worse, she somehow became a so-called goddess.

Naming Jiang Yingniang a goddess was a whim of Chen Jingyu's. A farmer's daughter from the countryside couldn't compare with the noble ladies of the great houses, but she did have her good points.

For example, her waist was very supple, and her eyes were quite alluring. She was just a little timid.

She was so timid that when someone bullied her, she could only hide to the side and cry. When Chen Jingyu first saw it, he scoffed. The next time he saw it, he was a little exasperated with her.

Since she was so timid, he might as well appoint her a goddess.

With that title, she should at least be able to bully people back. He never expected she'd use it to get the better of him.

Little Scene:

In the narrow space behind the curtains, Jiang Yingniang clutched her clothes. Red marks showed on her shoulder as she said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, please behave with restraint. I... I'm a goddess."

Chen Jingyu drew a little closer and replied unhurriedly, "And what of it?"

He was the one who had made her a goddess. What did it matter if he profaned her?

Theme: Love begins when you recognize your own feelings.