After Betraying My Good-Natured Righteous Husband

[This story has been signed for publication. Follow the progress on Weibo: @Jinjiang He Suowang] My husband, Shen Changyi, is a very boring man. I hate him. He can't cheer anyone up or earn money to support the family. He can't even have children. He barely talks and is almost completely emotionless. His only redeeming quality is that he dotes on me and never goes against my wishes. Shen Changyi is very busy. I once heard him say he was cultivating on some mountain. But from what I can tell, with his personality, he couldn't get a word out of a stone. He probably won't amount to anything. He'd be better off coming home to farm. Not long after we got married, I betrayed him. I met a few people who said that if I drugged Shen Changyi when he came home, they'd give me a large sum of money. At the time, I was bewitched by greed and agreed without hesitation. * Shen Changyi was poisoned to death by that drug. Only after he died did I learn that we were all characters in a book. He was busy because he had to cultivate and exorcise demons every day. He wasn't the protagonist, but the protagonist's most revered and admired Master. He was also the strongest true immortal to descend to the mortal realm. If he could survive his tribulation, he would ascend back to heaven. And I was his tribulation. He never guarded himself against me, so I poisoned him to death. After he died, the protagonist killed me to avenge his Master. I got what I deserved, but I never expected to come back to life, reborn on the day Shen Changyi returned home. I thought I should cling to his coattails this time and treat him a little better, so I offered to do the laundry and cook, and even invited him to sleep with me. But he looked at me coldly. Shen Changyi said nothing and slowly snuffed out the candle. He had been reborn too. That night, I lay on the bed, utterly exhausted and gasping for breath, staring blankly into space as I thought, So he can get angry after all. His angry expression is so sexy. * Both have been reborn. The main story is in third person. Let me recommend another upcoming story of mine in the same genre. It also features someone killing her husband. You can find it on my author page~ Title: "Don't Make Things Difficult for a Widow" Synopsis: In my fifth year of widowhood, my home was robbed. It was an ordinary night, and heavy rain was falling outside. I took the children out to the courtyard to bring in the laundry. When I opened the door again, several masked people had appeared out of nowhere inside my house. A flash of white lightning illuminated their masks. Some were sitting, others standing, all with amused smiles in their eyes. I trembled all over, catching the thick smell of blood in the air. I'd heard there were demons in the world who killed people for fun. The four masked figures before me probably weren't human. Inside, the only one seated was a young man in black. He studied me intently in the darkness, desire plain in his eyes. He pushed aside a subordinate who was reaching for a knife, then spoke politely, “Hey, don't make things difficult for a widow.” “The rain makes the roads slippery, and the mountain paths are hard to travel. Might we take shelter here for one night?” My body stiff with fear, I could only nod. From then on, they stayed and refused to leave, night after night, though the rain had long since stopped. I tried to run away several times, but they always caught me. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and could guess whatever I did. He had my two little ones and me tied up. The young man in black waved his folding fan and ordered his subordinates to cook for me. At my wit's end, I brought out my husband's memorial tablet and showed it to him, hoping to cool his ardor. Instead, he threw me straight onto the bed. I struggled with all my might, but it was no use. “I have a husband.” “I've seen the memorial tablet.” “I have children.” “Perfect. I don't have any.” “...I'm sick. If I get angry enough, I kill people.” “That's a coincidence. I'm sick too. I especially like being killed.” He forced me to marry him, and then actually turned over a new leaf, giving up his wicked ways and taking up cooking for me. His only demand was that I never remove his mask. But one day, while he was asleep, I secretly took off his mask. My blood ran cold. I backed away in terror as though I'd seen a ghost. It was the exact same face as my late husband. I didn't know when he had woken up. He stared at me darkly, then suddenly chuckled. “Didn't I tell you not to take it off?” * After Shang Xinglan turned into a demon, he unexpectedly lost all his memories. He thought he would never remember why he had fallen into demonic ways, until one day he happened to take shelter in a farmhouse. The farmer's wife was a beautiful little widow who had suffered so much. He fell in love at first sight and liked her immensely, but all she ever talked about was her beloved husband. It made him jealous. Then one day, the little widow thrust her beloved husband's memorial tablet in front of him. He froze as though struck by lightning. Written clearly across it were the words: Shang Xinglan, husband of Chu Li. He remembered. Five years ago, his dear wife had pushed him off a cliff with her own hands. He had fallen to the bottom and been left crippled. He had wanted nothing more than to crawl back and kill her, and that's why he'd turned into a demon. Theme: Hard work and self-reliance.