My Aloof Husband Has Fallen

Hong Ningjie was a demonic cultivator, but her days were simple, much like an ordinary person's.

The reason was that her husband had once been the foremost cultivator of the righteous path, only to fall into demonic cultivation and become a Demon Venerable. Perhaps two such extremes had collided and canceled each other out, leaving everything peaceful and ordinary.

One day, her husband returned from an outing with a woman who looked like an immortal banished from heaven in his arms.

Only then did Hong Ningjie learn that this woman was the reason he had fallen into demonic cultivation.

After that, her life was turned upside down, and her husband became a stranger to her.

People kept telling her about all the unforgettable things her husband and that woman had shared, accusing her of taking advantage of him when he was vulnerable.

Yes, a demonic woman was still a demonic woman!

She had been born with original sin.

So when Yan Jinghuan presided over the grand launch of the formation to exterminate demons, she was among those caught in it.

Blood filled the formation, and cries of agony rang without end.

Looking up at him hovering above, cold as frost, she wept and begged for mercy, screaming until her heart felt torn apart.

The formation was merciless, and he was even colder.

As countless mighty sword auras descended, she fell silent. She only stared up at him, eyes hollow and heart dead, looking at him like that.

Until she was reduced to ashes, until her soul was scattered.

Hong Ningjie was the daughter of a wealthy merchant, richer than anyone for miles around. She had only recently returned to town. Though she suffered from an old ailment and couldn't remember her past, she lived with carefree abandon, often visiting the top male brothel in the south to flirt with the pretty boys.

The townsfolk went from disapproving, to ignoring her, to ultimately praising her without end.

All it took was the simplest, most unremarkable power of all: money.

One day, while she was leisurely enjoying the view at the male brothel, a man showed up and said he wanted to sell himself.

Lounging comfortably in a rocking chair, she used her fan to lift his chin. His face looked familiar, though she couldn't remember why. She shook her head. "You have a fine face, but you're so thin you've lost your looks."

"And with that aloof, noble, otherworldly air of yours, you won't fit in at my Qingfeng Brothel." She leaned closer. Ripples appeared in the man's dead-calm eyes. "How about I give you some time to practice?"

"All right." He answered without the slightest hesitation, his crimson eyes fixed firmly on Hong Ningjie. The fan she held against his chin trembled in fright.

Later, she realized she might have let a wolf into her home...

After a long struggle, the man was still full of energy. His moon-white robe hung loosely over one shoulder, and his dark eyes held a bewitching, soul-stealing allure.

He pinned her against the wall as she tried to dodge him.

Yan Jinghuan: "Didn't you say I should practice more?"

Hong Ningjie: "!"

Someone, come teach her!

How could she get her subordinate to lie flat and stop slacking? Urgent!!!

1. One-on-one romance, both leads are devoted only to each other, happy ending.

A story of a husband chasing his wife after losing her, with misunderstandings.

The male lead starts out cool and principled, then becomes full of schemes.

Theme: Don't give up too easily.