My Beloved Wife

1

He Jinji's limp was an act.

The concubine he had just taken was a little mute, and she really was unable to speak.

He Jinji didn't particularly like this gentle, obedient concubine. From the moment she was married into his household, she had been a move in someone else's scheme to spite him.

They mocked him for being disabled, saying that his wives and concubines ought to be just as defective.

A perfect match.

So, on their wedding night, He Jinji did the thing he would regret most in his life.

When his new concubine, who couldn't speak, signed to ask if she could help him undress for bed, he said, not particularly pleased, "I can't understand your sign language, and I have no intention of learning. If you can write, then write it down. If you can't, forget it."

After that, his little concubine never signed in front of him again.

Instead, she started carrying several small slips of paper in different colors.

The white one said: Young Master, it's time to eat.

The red one said: Young Master, it's time for bed.

The green one said: Young Master, my period has started.

He Jinji really was a bastard. In one go, he'd reopened two wounds for his little concubine: she couldn't speak, and she couldn't write.

So, racked with guilt, He Jinji decided to treat her better.

When he learned that she'd been bullied time and again at her parents' home, he helped her get even.

When he learned that the rough work she'd done there had left her hands covered in calluses, he told her to rest and take care of herself.

When he learned she couldn't write, he taught her by guiding her hand.

When he learned that her voice had been damaged later in life, he searched high and low for famous doctors to treat her.

2

He Jinji found that the more he looked at his little concubine, the more she suited his tastes. She was not only sweet and delicious, but when he teased her into blushing and nestling softly in his arms, she was even more bewitching than a demoness.

His desire to make her his principal wife and spend the rest of their lives together, devoted only to each other, grew stronger by the day.

Oh, his future wife's lovely name was Qiyin.

Oh, of all her little cards, the red one was his favorite.

He never imagined that after making his little concubine his principal wife, he would be dreaming of the day his wife could speak and call him her husband, only for her to not care about him at all. She had married him just to escape her family's grasp. The day after he made her his principal wife, she left him and ran away.

He Jinji was so angry his heart and liver ached.

3

He Jinji searched all over the capital and finally found his runaway wife in a house on the outskirts.

At the time, his wife was sitting gracefully by a stone table, chatting happily with her "blood brother." Judging by how skillfully she held her brush, she hardly looked like a beginner.

Only then did He Jinji realize that his wife could write, and that she wasn't related by blood to the so-called "blood brother" at all. The little slips of paper she'd carried around had all been written by that "brother."

Liars! They were all liars!

He Jinji vowed to teach his wife a lesson.

But when he saw his wife packing her things to leave again, he snatched up the bundle and slung it over his back. He had none of the air of someone trying to throw his weight around as he hurried after her. "Wherever you go, I'll go. I'm coming with you!"

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Reader advisory

Both leads are sexually inexperienced, and the heroine will be able to speak later on.

This is probably a classic "I didn't know how good I had it until I got it" romance.

Theme: Sincerity is always the ultimate weapon, especially between spouses