My Husband Is a Sickly Green Tea

(Reborn Twice)

Song Rendong has a fiancé.

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

Looking at the frail young man before her, Song Rendong could not bring herself to meet his eyes. "I'll lend you some money. You can go find somewhere to stay."

Ming Lang did his best to hide the disappointment on his face, but secretly played on her weakness. "I should have known there wasn't a soul in this world who could like me. It's only natural that Sister doesn't want to marry me. I'll leave now and stop causing you trouble..."

Song Rendong: ...

The engagement had been arranged by their elders before they passed away, so Song Rendong had no choice but to let him stay. Still, she silently reminded herself that Ming Lang was a complicated man, and she would have to be careful around him.

But unlike in her previous life, Ming Lang seemed to have become a different person in this life. He was obedient and sweet, without a trace 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, Dr. Song. Don't let him fool you!"

Another said, "Ming Lang is so petty. Dr. Song, your medical skills are so good. Why don't you treat him?"

Ming Lang stood nearby with his head bowed, saying nothing as his lashes trembled. His fingertips lightly clutched the hem of her clothes, as if he were afraid she would throw him out.

Song Rendong thought Ming Lang had become very well-behaved and kind. These people were exaggerating and speaking sarcastically, so they could not be trusted.

That was until she came upon Ming Lang seated across from a treacherous eunuch in the imperial court, happily sipping tea and chatting. They spoke of human lives as if they were no more than weeds, and his eyes held the same coldness as in his previous life.

Song Rendong thought about it all night, then drove Ming Lang out of the clinic.

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

"Your character is beyond help. I can't cure that."

His deep laugh rang through the autumn rain outside. Ming Lang's gaze lingered over every inch of her face, tender and wistful.

No, the cure was right before him.

In this life and the last, only Dong could cure his affliction.

He

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My upcoming novel, "Cloud-Swept Hairpin," should be my next one. Here's the blurb. If you're interested, please add it to your collection!

Qi Yi earned military honors thanks to his formidable martial arts skills, rising overnight to become one of the emperor's closest attendants.

But no one was willing to marry him. The noblewomen of the capital were delicate and pampered. How could they put up with a boorish man who had been a bandit?

When the young emperor teased Qi Yi about which noblewoman he wanted to marry, Qi Yi happened to be looking down from the second floor of a teahouse. In the alley below, he saw a young woman crying so hard her face was streaked with tears after her sweetheart said something cruel to her.

He smacked his lips and pointed. "Her, then."

Neither of them has any better options, so they might as well make do and live their lives together.

When the imperial decree arrived, a colleague asked him why. He grinned carelessly and brushed off the question. "Big butt. She'll have lots of kids."

When Cui Chan heard those words, she was so furious and embarrassed that she stayed indoors for three days. She would rather have a poor scholar for a husband than a vulgar, uncouth bandit like him!

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After they married, Qi Yi discovered that the young woman was not only gorgeous, but her voice was so lovely it made his bones itch.

She did have way too many rules and was far too sensitive. He could make her cry three times a day.

She had plenty of flaws, but teasing her when nothing else was going on was great fun.

Watching the young woman grow plump and lively under his care, and hearing her voice grow stronger, Qi Yi had barely had a chance to sink his teeth in when he realized someone was trying to cuckold him.

Qi Yi's face darkened. "I've already been brought under the imperial banner, and someone still dares to steal my woman?"

Without another word, he beat the man up right there in the street.

Cui Chan had a grievance but did not dare speak up. She was terrified.

She was afraid that if she explained, Qi Yi would not believe her and would divorce her. Worse still, if he beat her in public, she would never be able to show her face again.

He was always rough. Snapping someone's neck was as easy for him as she found embroidery. He was perfectly capable of doing something like that.

Life went on in constant fear and anxiety, but Cui Chan began to notice that Qi Yi seemed... unusually attentive to her?

She did not dare think so. If she was wrong and angered him, he would beat her.

She waited a long time for the beating, but it never came. Instead, she heard that Qi Yi had gone to a brothel.

Eyes red with anger, Cui Chan went to find him. She could not live like this anymore. She wanted a divorce, so she would not have to keep living in fear...

Before she could finish thinking, an angry, aggrieved voice came from the courtesan's fragrant room. "Your methods don't work! I've studied and read every day, and I bathe every day, but she still won't look at me! She has someone else in her heart! It isn't me!"

"Then go get a divorce. Don't get in the way of my business!"

After a long silence, the boorish man finally spoke again in a low voice. "...I can't bear to."

Theme: Life is long and full of pain, but there is always someone who makes you willing to stay