The Butcher's Delicate Flower

Lu Bao'er was unlucky in love. The scholar she was betrothed to as a child sold her off.

The scholar was cowardly and afraid of death. He treated her so cruelly that her heart broke.

Then a butcher rescued her. "Can you cook? From now on, you're living with me!"

The butcher was tall and broad, with two dark eyes that looked terrifying.

Whenever he glared, Bao'er cried.

She cried at night, cried during the day, and even cried when she was hiding from the butcher.

He was too fierce. She didn't want to marry him.

Everyone was afraid of such a fierce man. Even her childhood friends in the village teased her.

One night, when Bao'er was crying again, the butcher came to look at her with a knife in his hand.

Bao'er was so scared she hiccupped. "I... I won't cry anymore."

The butcher said nothing.

He lit a lamp in the night, then the tall, sturdy man came over and told her to look at him.

"I'm not ugly. And I'm not fierce." He shaved off his beard with the knife, revealing smooth cheeks.

The man had rosy lips, pearly teeth, a high nose bridge, and eyes like stars.

Bao'er stared at him, dumbfounded. "He's so handsome!"

A wife-spoiling husband and a sweet, delicate beauty

A slow-paced, everyday bit of sweetness. You'll know the sweetness when you read it.

Coming soon in the author's collection: After Dumping My Childhood Sweetheart, I Married the Foolish Heir

Mizhu was reborn and remembered how her childhood sweetheart had seduced and abandoned her in her previous life. For the so-called love of her life, she'd unhesitatingly spent her dowry to support her sweetheart's studies after his family fell on hard times.

But when he became a celebrated statesman, he brought back another woman and said he loved someone else. His relationship with Mizhu had only ever been a convenient arrangement. Then he divorced her, and Mizhu died of sorrow.

After being reborn, an imperial decree arrives, ordering her to marry the frail heir of Nanning in three months. At the time, she and her childhood sweetheart haven't even become engaged.

The heir has been mentally impaired since the age of three. He gets winded after walking five steps, and even now, at twenty, no one has agreed to marry him. He's the fool of the capital.

Mizhu has skin like ice and jade, peerless beauty like a hibiscus flower, a delicate and soft figure, and a sweet, melting voice.

The capital's dandies compare her in private to the most famous courtesan, saying that no beauty, whether named Peony or Jasmine, can compare to her.

Her childhood sweetheart comes to her in a hurry and confesses his feelings, wanting them to secretly consummate their relationship before it becomes official, so she can defy the decree and refuse to marry.

This time, Mizhu smiles at her handsome childhood sweetheart, making his legs go weak, then says, "The heir of Nanning is an immortal moon deity from the heavens. I'm lucky to have the chance to marry him in this life. What are you to me? Get lost."

Her childhood sweetheart is stunned, thinking she's gone mad. He begs her over and over, whispering sweet words, but the future heir's bride has his reaching hand smacked away.

On their wedding night, Mizhu lifts her own veil, loosens her collar, ignores her foolish husband, and sprawls across the entire bed.

But her husband, who was supposed to be a fool, lifts her up, puts her veil back on, shares the nuptial wine with her, and consummates the marriage.

Theme: When you discover a mistake, have the courage to correct it.