My Wife Is Lovely

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Zhaoyu was a beautiful, talented courtesan raised by the Wind and Moon House in Yangzhou.

But on the very day she was to be sold, the Wind and Moon House was raided and shut down. With nowhere else to go, she was taken in by Lord Jiang, the official who had overseen the raid.

After taking liberties with her one night, Lord Jiang said, "I'll take you as a concubine."

Zhaoyu shook her head. As a concubine, she could be sold off whenever the principal wife took a dislike to her. She had just escaped the mire and needed to keep her own life in her hands.

Zhaoyu: "What about being your kept woman?"

Lord Jiang: "No. A kept woman is a secret mistress, and I can't afford that shame. I'll make you my principal wife."

Zhaoyu didn't believe him. Besides, she had a reason for accompanying Jiang Yanbai back to the capital. She had no need to tie herself to him for the rest of her life.

Zhaoyu: "I'll only be your kept woman. If that's not acceptable, then leave, my lord. I'll find someone else."

Lord Jiang: ...

Later, everyone in the capital knew that Fourth Master Jiang kept a mistress, and that the mistress had come from a brothel.

Everyone was in an uproar. They couldn't believe that the refined and elegant Fourth Master Jiang would do such a thing. That mistress must have used some trick!

Unable to resist, they went to seek confirmation from Jiang's mother, the current dynasty's Grand Princess.

The Grand Princess scoffed. "It's just a trick my son is using to coax his wife. They're made for each other. Who are you to yap about it?"

HE

The heroine is a kept woman in the early part of the story.

Prepublication novel: My Husband Is a Sickly Green Tea. Starts November 1. Here's the blurb. If you're interested, please add it to your collection~ Thank you~

[Prepublication blurb] (Both leads are reborn)

Song Rendong had a fiance.

He was a year younger than her, and his family had fallen on hard times, so he came to seek refuge with her family.

Looking at the frail young man before her, Song Rendong turned her gaze away, unable to bear the sight. "I'll lend you some money. You can find somewhere to stay."

Ming Lang tried his best to hide his disappointment, but quietly pressed on her weak spot. "I should have known that no one in this world could ever like me. It makes sense that you don't want to marry me, Sister. I'll leave now and won't cause you any trouble..."

Song Rendong: ...

Their engagement had been arranged by their elders before they died, so Song Rendong could only keep him. Still, she silently reminded herself to be careful around Ming Lang, a man with a complicated mind.

But unlike in their previous life, Ming Lang seemed to have changed completely in this life. He was obedient and sweet, without any of the stubborn cruelty he had shown before.

Later, people secretly came to Song Rendong to complain.

One said, "Ming Lang never tells the truth. Doctor Song, don't let him fool you!"

Another said, "Ming Lang is so petty. Doctor Song, you're such a good physician. Why don't you treat him?"

Ming Lang stood to one side, head bowed and eyelashes trembling. His fingertips gently clutched the hem of her robe, as if he were afraid she would drive him away.

Song Rendong thought Ming Lang had become so well-behaved and kind. These people were exaggerating and making snide remarks. They couldn't be trusted.

Until she found Ming Lang sharing tea with a treacherous eunuch, a notorious official at court. They chatted merrily, speaking of human lives as if they were grass. His eyes and brows held the same coldness as in their previous life.

Song Rendong spent the night thinking, then kicked Ming Lang out of her clinic.

Autumn rain poured down. The young man, now taller than her, burst into the clinic drenched from head to toe. He wrapped his long arm around her and pulled her into his embrace. No longer obedient as before, he spoke with cutting sharpness: "Sister saves lives. Why do you say I'm beyond saving?"

"Your character is rotten. I can't treat that."

His deep laughter carried over the autumn rain outside. Ming Lang's gaze lingered over her features, tender and yearning.

No, the cure was right before him.

In this life and the last, only Rendong could cure his illness.

HE

Theme: The world is vast, but someone will always warm your heart