The Frail Male Concubine Who Sells Tea to Raise His Cubs (Matriarchal World)

Wang Jiaojiao was the only child of the Wang family of the capital. Her father had risen to the third rank in the Ministry of Rites, and so many men in the capital wanted to marry her that they could have worn down the threshold. Yet she had stayed "chaste" and unmarried into her twenties. Her father was so worried he couldn't sleep, and kept threatening that if she didn't marry soon, he'd make her resign from office and go home to tend the ancestral hall. The next day, she loaded her belongings into a carriage. Wang Jiaojiao left her parents with these words: "Mother, Father, I'm resigning and going home." But the carriage did not stop at the Wang family estate. Under cover of night, it turned toward the teahouse on Qingliu Lane. Wang Jiaojiao pushed open the old door. Through the lamplight by the window, she saw the man's delicate face. He had loosened his top, and the child was nursing greedily. A gust of wind startled him. He quickly pulled his clothes together and looked outside in alarm. His wife, whom he hadn't seen in three years, was watching him secretly. Her gaze looked as though she wanted to devour him. -- It had been nothing more than a "romantic debt" from Wang Jiaojiao's travels. She hadn't taken the frail man seriously at all. Who knew that after she returned to the capital, she would receive word that he was pregnant? Honestly... how foolish. Couldn't he just have aborted it? Wang Jiaojiao ordered money sent to him, expecting him to know his place. Who knew that three years later, a friend from her travels would bring word back to the capital that the man had secretly given birth to her child, opened a teahouse and gone out in public, and was now planning to remarry, taking her child to be with a butcher woman. Wang Jiaojiao rushed back from the capital that very night, her face cold. She was determined to make the fickle man pay for humiliating her, take the child away, end his life, and kill that butcher woman... But the frail man gently brought her a cup of tea and timidly called, "Wife." A willow-slim waist, rabbit-like eyes, pale fingers. After having a child, his body was even more captivating to her than it had been three years ago. After indulging herself once, she coldly told her little husband, "Don't dream of marrying into a wealthy family. I won't give you a title." Yet she seemed to become addicted, spending night after night in that humble wooden hut. When the man was caught trying to run away with the child in his arms, she didn't get angry. Instead, she laughed aloud. "Li Sanlang, you've really grown a backbone." "Zhi'er is mine. I... I won't let you take him." Wang Jiaojiao gripped his waist and leaned close. "Then do I belong to you?" Theme: Sanlang can't read a word, but he knows you.