The Abandoned Husband Clings to His Sweetheart

Blurb: When Mu Yuyang, the deposed crown prince of the Former Yan, was lying low among the common people, he met the little girl Cha Miaochun, who was always cold and dismissive toward him. One day, however, she suddenly changed her tune. She took his hand and blushed, stammering, "Brother Mu, marry me." Yuan Hong was shocked. She handed him a small bundle. "These are all my savings. Think of them as my dowry. You can use the money to pay for the wedding. I don't need betrothal gifts, bridal finery, gold or silver jewelry, or fancy clothes. I just want to have enough to eat with you." He actually believed her false affection. Blushing, he pretended to be proud as he married her, until one dark and windy night, when the little wife he had married without spending a penny ran away. Only then did he wake from his dream. She had abandoned him. Mu Yuyang couldn't help feeling utterly dejected. He was heartbroken. Why had she run away? Whenever there was meat at home, he always gave it to her first. He saved whatever money remained for clothes and jewelry for her, while he ate only vegetables at every meal and wore patched clothes, too old and worn to be worth replacing. He had done it all so she could have a better life with him and no longer suffer or toil. Mu Yuyang couldn't understand. Dark circles under his eyes and his beard unkempt, he lay sprawled over the table like a drunk, then raised his hand and gulped down another mouthful of cold wine. As his heart chilled, he finally came to his senses. Since he couldn't understand it, he decided to stop trying. He gave up on her completely. Let her run. She was an ungrateful wretch who could never be tamed, and she wasn't worth his sorrow or longing. Later, he carved a path through the chaos of war and became the emperor of Western Yan. One day in the military camp, he noticed something strange about one of his junior officers. There was something red on the seat of the officer's trousers?! He recognized her almost at a glance. His gaze sharpened. He yanked off her helmet, revealing her panicked face. "...So it really is you." His eyes reddened, his gaze caught between love and hate. He stared at her and ground out the words through clenched teeth. He knew he had an almost mad obsession with Cha Miaochun. It turned out that all these years, he had never truly forgotten her. At night, he held her in his arms and made love to her until they were both spent. Afterward, when his breathing had finally settled, he gazed at her waist and stomach with a dazed expression... At least he had finally gotten what he wanted, and found what he had lost. He wanted her body, but he wanted her heart even more. His broad palm reached that flat expanse and gently, carefully stroked it. His lips pressed against her sweet, damp hair. His gaze was fervent, his voice husky and sensual, and he softened it as much as he could to coax her. "Chun'er, Chun'er! Give me a son, won't you? I'll give you anything you want." Imprisoned in his arms, Cha Miaochun said nothing. The air around her was filled with the intense musky scent of a man. She wanted freedom. Could he give her that? There was no need to ask. She already knew the answer. Thinking of her predicament, she was practically in tears. Theme: Always strive to improve