The Bride Is Not Pleased

[The story is complete! If you bought the whole book, please leave a five-star review! Love you! After being reborn, Shen Jibei always kept these things in mind: He must stay beautiful and never grow old, or his wife might dislike him. He must keep himself pure, or his wife might dislike him. He must be as gentle as jade, or his wife might dislike him. He silently followed Xiao Weian's preferences, sticking to the same old version of himself, pretending that this way, he could be loved again. Xiao Weian didn't think she had ever wronged the Shen family. Since the young masters and ladies of the Shen family all thought she was too controlling, she had nothing more to say. She would simply let go and leave them alone. But who could have guessed that after the young master of the Shen family woke up from nearly drowning, he would cry and insist on finding her, and from then on, even a short separation would leave him sickly and weak. Xiao Weian sneered inwardly: Hah, men are so fickle! She thought she had never liked him and didn't want to see this scoundrel pretend to turn over a new leaf. In the end, though, she still couldn't bear to leave him, hurt and aggrieved, and shielded him behind her. The heroine is a commandery princess and a woman general on the battlefield. Both leads are each other's one and only. The younger sister-in-law doesn't hate the heroine, she's just tsundere! Tsundere! The hero had a white moonlight in his previous life, but after the heroine died, he realized he no longer loved her. The white moonlight won't be villainized. The hero is useless apart from his face. He's just good-looking, and the heroine likes handsome men. A sweet romance focused on feelings. A heroine with overwhelming martial prowess who pampers her husband × a gentle, white-lotus hero. I recommend my good friend's story: My Spoiled Husband Is Hard to Raise (Female-Dominated World) Coming soon: The Immortal Venerable Dotes on a Black-Hearted Lotus Nan Yi, the strongest person in the cultivation world, gave her life for the greater good of all under heaven, convinced she owed nothing to anyone. Yet after her death, she saw the only disciple she ever cared about clutching her memorial tablet and weeping, his usually cool face filled with hollow despair. She also saw that her only disciple, always proud and distant, was pleading with everyone under heaven for her sake, disheveled and desperate, just to recover a fragment of her soul. She saw, too, how the people of the world invoked the greater good to drive her dark, brooding disciple away, even trying to kill him. Reborn once more, she saw her stubborn, aloof disciple kneeling on the ground to accept his punishment. In a fit of fury, she snatched away the discipline whip and shielded the disciple, who had been injured because of her and was looking at her with shining eyes.