To Marry My Little Chestnut

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Yu Yan married his husband while pregnant.

His family was in debt, his father had fled, and he was a fragile flower raised in a cage from childhood. He nearly died after being passed between several creditors.

He thought his husband had only taken pity on him. Even after marriage, he and his husband had exchanged only a few words. His husband couldn’t smell pheromones and had no idea how miserable Yu Yan felt during pregnancy. Yu Yan thought their marriage was dull and loveless.

Once the baby was born and he had saved enough money, they would divorce.

His husband was a beta. Even after three months of marriage, he still didn’t know what Yu Yan smelled like, but he was a gentlemanly and gentle man. They barely knew each other, and still hadn’t held hands or kissed after three months of marriage. His husband didn’t like him, couldn’t smell him, and wasn’t interested in an omega like him.

His friend said his husband preferred betas like himself or clever, accomplished people, not a weepy, spoiled omega.

And one night, Yu Yan had personally seen a handsome young man hurriedly getting out of his husband’s car. His husband didn’t love him.

So Yu Yan planned to save enough money to pay his husband back for his kindness, then leave.

On the day he put the divorce papers away and left home with his luggage, the taxi drove around the block and stopped right back at the house. His husband gently took his hand and said, “Sweetheart, don’t go wandering around after dark.”

Confused, Yu Yan fell asleep. When he woke, he found he couldn’t leave the house. His husband said that he shouldn’t be running around while pregnant and told him to stay home and behave.

The study he had never been able to enter wasn’t locked. For the first time, he stepped into the forbidden part of the house.

The walls were covered with photos of him sleeping, and pictures documenting his growing belly day by day. Cameras watched every corner of the house. On the desk lay the watch of his long-missing father, along with a cremation notice.

He backed away in terror, only to fall into a warm embrace. His husband wrapped his arms around Yu Yan’s swollen belly from behind. “No one will keep us apart now.”

At seventeen, Yu Yan tore up the love letter Zheng Tingyang had written him right in front of him and said he wasn’t good enough. At twenty-four, his father offered him up to settle a debt, and Zheng Tingyang sat in the audience, paying a fortune to claim Yu Yan’s first heat.

Recently, Zheng Tingyang’s therapist has been reviewing his new-marriage diary.

November 1

Want to f*** him.

November 2

Want to f** him.

The therapist advises him, “Your wife is timid, so take things slowly. You’ve loved him for so many years, so you need to guide him gradually. Don’t scare him.”

December 6

I want to f*** him senseless. I’m going to %&#..., (beep)

Therapist: :)

BO, content warnings: delicate, sweet bottom, pregnancy and childbirth. It’s all in the blurb QAQ If you’re into that, come take a look! If it’s not your cup of tea, I hope you find a story you love! Wishing everyone happiness!!

The whole story is about pregnancy and raising a baby~

One has an overwhelming possessive streak, the other loves being a fragile flower.

Babies, here’s the blurb for my upcoming story, My Subordinate Asked Me to Look After His Wife

A general’s subordinate has been unfaithful.

The subordinate cheated on his spouse. Their marriage was arranged for mutual benefit, and their entangled interests kept them from divorcing. The general disdained having someone like that as his direct subordinate, hated him, and transferred him elsewhere.

The general hated people who broke the rules, especially those without even the most basic moral decency.

But the general recently needed a marriage. An alpha in a high-ranking position needed a stable marriage to secure his career. He suffered from uncontrolled pheromones and had to wear a bite guard all the time.

Knowing his private life had angered his superior, the subordinate had no choice but to offer his wife as a gift. The subordinate’s wife was a family doctor skilled at making pheromone injections. He could also create gorgeous clothes and tailor formalwear for the general’s banquets.

The subordinate’s wife moved into the general’s home. He was an omega with a disability that required a wheelchair: slender, long-haired, and beautiful as a butterfly.

The omega knew what his husband had done, but swallowed his anger and stayed at the general’s home, working hard for his husband’s career. He personally sewed the general’s evening clothes and stayed by his side whenever he needed an inhibitor shot.

He also hoped to win the general’s favor, so his husband might get promoted again and perhaps he could win back his husband’s heart.

The general thought the omega was terribly foolish and despised the way he went to such lengths to please a worthless husband.

The omega’s hands were soft as he sewed the general’s clothes.

His pheromones drifted and flowed through the air like silk.

In the estate, the omega sat in his wheelchair, basking in the sun. The breeze lifted the blanket over his legs, revealing a slender, pale ankle.

Late at night, the omega was in the bathroom with his long hair wet when he heard the general come home. He hurriedly got dressed, his wet hair soaking through his white shirt. His palm-sized face showed nothing but awkward embarrassment.

The omega was foolish and naive.

His leg condition often flared up in the middle of the night, leaving him close to fainting from pain and taking large amounts of painkillers.

When his heat arrived, he had to use several times more inhibitors than other people to keep the pain under control.

When he saw photos of his husband happily spending time with his lover, he could only sit in his wheelchair and secretly wipe away his tears. But when he heard the general’s footsteps, he would turn around and force a smile, softly asking what the general wanted for dinner.

The general watched him cry and bluntly told him it wasn’t worth it.

The omega was even more embarrassed. He lowered his eyes to his legs. “But who else would want someone like me?”

The general’s fingertips touched his tears, warm.

They tasted salty and sweet, just like his lips.

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The subordinate finally received approval to divorce.

After starting a new family with his affair partner, he lived happily elsewhere for a year before being promoted and returning to his old post. He was deeply grateful to his superior.

When the subordinate pushed open the estate gates, he saw his long-vanished ex-wife sitting in a wheelchair, his belly already very large.

The general was covered in scratches, with bite marks on the back of his hand.

The wife the subordinate had never taken seriously was still in a wheelchair, his belly already very large.

The general said, “My wife and I are still newlyweds. I hope you’ll understand.”

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A story of forced love, the mistress taking the place of the wife, and a pregnant runaway, with plenty of pregnancy scenes.

The general is an unbeatable male ghost type, and the omega is an unbeatable devoted wife type.

Theme: When all seems dark, a glimmer of hope appears.