"A shamelessly flirtatious bride brought in to bring good fortune vs. a cool-headed heir who holds a grudge like nobody else"
Coercive romance | Chasing the wife to the crematorium | Married first, love later | Substitute romance
Jin Chaozhu grew up on the streets. Pretty and sharp-tongued, she was the kind of bride brought in to bring good fortune whom any sensible man would avoid at all costs.
At sixteen, Chaozhu lucked into marrying the son of a wealthy merchant. Once her husband recovered from his illness, he sent her off with a generous amount of gold and silver, asking only that she make way for the woman he loved.
She wasted no time in getting out. Listening to the gold and silver clink in her arms, she came up with a plan.
Later, the brides brought in to bring good fortune in Yujing began making a name for themselves. Eight out of every ten husbands she married recovered, and every one of those eight begged her to pack up and leave.
Chaozhu made a fine living getting paid to do a job. When she met a handsome young man, she could even sneak in a little groping.
As for good looks, no one could top her twenty-seventh husband: Yin Cong, the most talked-about heir to a marquis's estate in Yujing.
Yin Cong had terrible luck. Trying to make the woman he loved smile, he lost his footing during a martial arts match, cracked his head open, and was left at death's door.
The marquis's estate was in such a panic that they summoned Chaozhu in a hurry. They wanted her to bring good fortune and, on top of that, give their only heir an offspring.
Chaozhu immediately refused in no uncertain terms: "My constitution is special. If I have a child, I'll lose my spiritual energy, you know!"
But they were offering so! much! money!
One day, a year later, Jin Chaozhu was soothing a baby when Yin Cong suddenly recovered.
Seeing the loathing in Yin Cong's eyes surge like a mighty river, Jin Chaozhu immediately surrendered.
"Don't rush me. I'll leave right now."
"Leave? If you go, who am I supposed to settle the score with?"
Yin Cong, the only son of the marquis's estate, was stunningly beautiful and peerless in his refinement. He had been betrothed to a noble young lady as a boy, and as he grew older, he fell more and more in love with his childhood sweetheart.
During a martial arts match, Yin Cong injured his head and fell into a coma. Unable to move, his consciousness came and went. He vaguely remembered his beloved being by his side, caring for him during the day and sharing his pillow at night.
With his lovely companion always by his side, he should have had no regrets, if only his mind hadn't fully cleared a year later.
That was just a common woman whose figure and face happened to resemble his beloved!
Wait, why was she holding a baby?!
For the first time in his life, Yin Cong flew into a rage at a woman, despite having inexplicably become a father.
The vulgar woman at least had some sense. The very next day, she packed up and left.
She left without looking back, but Yin Cong's heart gave a painful twinge.
Because of her, he had lost his innocence and the chance at a fine marriage!
He would make her pay!
At last, he cornered her at the end of an alley, a dangerous glint in his cool eyes.
"What, still pulling those scams of yours?"
"Your man isn't dead yet. Who said you could marry someone else?"
Inside the brocade curtains, Yin Cong held Chaozhu's wrist in a vice grip. She couldn't tell whether his eyes held loathing or hatred.
"A-Zhu, my memory's poor. Help me remember how our child was born, hmm? Was it like this... or like this?"
Reader's guide:
1. Both leads are each other's only partners, happy ending, no angst for the heroine.
2. The heroine didn't give birth to the child. No cheating and no love rival (I'll spare you the spoilers).
Message: Take every chance to flirt, and never waste time brooding.
