My Master Is Carrying My Child

A sweet story about a man who has had a crush for years and finally wins his wife back while raising a child.

Lively young woman x chaste master. Both are inexperienced.

The author's writing has its limits, and readers may react differently to the scenes where the male lead seduces the heroine. Consider buying and reading one chapter at a time.

Fu Ling is the delicate, petite, and sickly daughter of the prefect of Jincheng. One day, a Taoist priest with an otherworldly air passed by her home. With just a few words, he fooled the prefect and his wife into sending her up the mountain to become a little Taoist.

Ten years passed, and the sickly little girl grew into a spirited young priestess.

Sixteen-year-old Fu Ling was pure and full of energy, until one night, when her jade-faced master suddenly succumbed to demonic possession and pulled her into his bed curtains.

"Ling'er, I've come down with a strange illness. Would you help me?"

Fu Ling nodded naively. "I would."

Three months later, her master's firm belly had grown slightly rounded.

Fu Ling was dumbfounded... Wasn't she the one who had come down with the strange illness?! (°Θ°〃)

What should she do? What should she do?!

Fu Ling had planned to sneak away, but her master caught her in the act.

Mei Ji, usually cool and reserved, suddenly pulled her into his arms, his phoenix eyes reddening. "Ling'er, are you really going to abandon me and our daughter?"

Fu Ling: "...Of course not, haha."

From then on, everything began to get strange.

Her master started smiling. Her master started talking to her a lot. Her master even... wanted to marry her?!

Fu Ling didn't understand, but was deeply shocked. I only wanted to save someone. I never meant to get myself involved!

Mei Ji smiled gently. "Want to run away? Too late."

**

The girl sat astride her horse, valiant and dashing. When she looked back and smiled, Mei Ji lost his heart to her.

From then on, he became vile, shameless, and consumed by insecurity.

He would do anything to deceive her and tempt her,

all for the sake of winning her love.

--Please add my upcoming novel, "The Lucky Little Widow of the Seventies" to your collection!--

[Beautiful, gifted little widow x handsome frontier military officer]

*The heroine's powers let her hear people's thoughts and... produce milk.

Overworked office worker Qin Ying'er transmigrates into a novel as a pitiful girl, a jinx who supposedly caused every one of her relatives to die. At last, someone marries her for her beauty, only to die suddenly on their wedding night.

After that, no one dares go near her.

Qin Ying'er can't shake the reputation of being a jinx.

With a few plots of land, two thatched huts, and the ability to hear people's thoughts, she decides to shut herself away and live as a little widow.

Then one day, a matchmaker comes to propose a match for her. A young military officer back from the frontier to visit his family wants to marry her!

When Qin Ying'er sees the handsome officer, she hesitates. "You... know I'm a jinx, right?"

Lu Zongqing nods. "I know. The fortune-teller said I'm a jinx too."

"..."

To deal with the side effects of her powers, Qin Ying'er goes with Lu Zongqing to the frontier.

The villagers all wonder when the little widow will bring about his death, but to their surprise, Qin Ying'er is thriving.

Lu Zongqing is not only alive and well, but also spoils her and their two children rotten.

**

Lu Zongqing fell in love with Qin Ying'er at first sight long ago, but his family was poor then, and he didn't dare ask for her hand.

Later, when he learned she had been widowed soon after getting married, he immediately asked a matchmaker to visit as soon as he came home to see his family.

After they married, he hadn't expected that the beautiful, delicate young woman would have a certain "strange illness."

Lu Zongqing blushed. "Don't be afraid. From now on, I'll help you with everything."

[So soft and white.]

Qin Ying'er heard his thoughts and instantly blushed.

Theme: When hardship comes unexpectedly, face it bravely.