The Mind-Reading Wet Nurse: My Lord Marquis, Behave Yourself

As Shi Fuqu sank beneath the water, her consciousness fading, Xiao Zheng happened to pass by and hauled her out of the river.

The man was soaked through. Water dripped from his jaw into the hollow of her throat. He looked down at her, fire smoldering in his eyes, his oppressive presence suddenly bearing down on her.

Xiao Zheng had joined the army as a boy and earned his title as a marquis after saving the emperor. He was the most sought-after rising star among the court’s military officials.

Entrusted with raising Baozhu, the young daughter of his fallen deputy, he searched the entire city for a wet nurse. But Baozhu stubbornly refused to eat and cried day and night, leaving everyone in the marquis’s household at a loss.

Shi Fuqu, soaked and pale, looked up and softly offered, “My lord, why don’t you let me try?”

Xiao Zheng looked up. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, her ears flushed red, and droplets trickled along her delicate collarbone and beneath her collar. His gaze lingered for a moment. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he hastily looked away. His voice was low and hoarse. “Take her...”

Her predecessor had suffered a tragic fate: widowed and bereft of her child, she was branded unlucky and thrown out by her in-laws. With nowhere else to go, she had jumped into the river. Shi Fuqu transmigrated into her body with no intention of depending on anyone. If she could take advantage of Xiao Zheng’s affection and go with the flow, living comfortably, she had nothing to lose.

That night, he caught her around the waist beneath the corridor, his palm pressed against her back as his fingers slowly slipped between hers. He said nothing. She lay rigid all night, afraid to turn over.

When their intimate moment ended, he held her tightly in his arms and murmured in a low voice, “Don’t just think about saving enough money to live alone. I want more than something temporary.”

Shi Fuqu lowered her head and stayed silent, not taking his words to heart at all. She had only meant to enjoy herself, and once she’d had her fill, she would leave without getting attached.

Not long after, the old madam of the marquis’s household came to see her in person and sternly warned her, “The marquis is about to discuss a marriage alliance. You’re lowborn. Stop clinging to him before you become the subject of gossip.”

With her lower back still aching, Shi Fuqu lowered her head and pressed her lips together, offering no argument.

Enough. She had already had her way with him, so it was time to leave.

She returned to her room to count her belongings and savings. While the household staff were out shopping, she packed her things and slipped away.

Outside a school in the outskirts of the capital, several refined young scholars surrounded her, showering her with compliments and blocking her at every turn.

Hooves pounded. A dark figure raced toward them like the wind.

Xiao Zheng swung down from his horse, ignoring everyone’s stares. In full view of the crowd, he bent over, hoisted her onto his shoulder, strode to his horse, and roughly tossed her over its back. His chest pressed against hers as one arm cinched around her waist and the other pinned the small of her back, his fingers pressing firmly into her flesh.

He swept a cold glance over the scholars, then leaned close to her ear. His low voice was edged with anger and obsession. “Who said you could leave?”

“Could any of these pretty-faced scholars know where you’re ticklish and where you can’t take it, the way I do?”

Shi Fuqu’s ears turned bright red. Her back was rigid, and even her breathing had grown uneven.

A low laugh came from above her. Xiao Zheng rode away in a cloud of dust, and his hand never once left the small of her back.

Theme: Even an ordinary life can be complete