The Little Wife

When Liang Zheng turned twenty-four, his father bestowed a marriage upon him.

His bride was Xie Wan, the daughter of the Yizhou prefect, hailed as the most talented woman in the realm. Word had it she was beautiful and brilliant, the dream girl of countless men.

Who could have guessed that the bride would be switched along the way? Only after the wedding did Liang Zheng realize that there was no renowned genius to be found. Instead, he had a little illiterate girl on his hands.

But when did this ridiculous, adorable little girl find her way into his heart, making him love her beyond reason?

Was it when she came into his study in the middle of the night with a storybook, held his hand and begged him to read to her?

Was it when she leaned over his desk, tilting her head as she practiced writing his name?

Was it when he returned from battle covered in wounds, and she applied medicine to him with tears of concern in her eyes?

Before he met Song Ling, Liang Zheng had never imagined he could love a woman so much, so helplessly that he would give her his heart and his life.

A sweet romance.

A fluffy, everyday story. Don't overanalyze the historical details. Please don't dig up spoilers.

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Everyone who knew Shen Nianshen knew there was probably no woman in the world who could win his heart. After all, even the campus belle, a great beauty, had confessed to him only to be coldly rejected.

Then one day, during a school basketball game, a girl on the cheer squad in the front row was accidentally hit in the head by a basketball.

Shen Nianshen ran over at once. Everyone thought he was going to pick up the ball, but instead he crouched in front of the girl, touched her head, and asked anxiously and tenderly, "Does it hurt?"

A story of companionship and growing up, warm and healing, sweet enough to make your teeth ache.

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