My Nemesis and Childhood Friend Says He Doesn't Want a Divorce

[An insecure, sensitive, complicated girl x a guiding lover who may not understand you, but will always love you]

Fu Yuan, the daughter of a wealthy Yangzhou merchant, is forced by her father's schemes to marry her childhood enemy, Shan Yan.

She expects him to torment her to death after they marry, but after several years apart, he has changed completely.

Shan Yan argues with her constantly, but his actions show that he indulges her in every way.

Every time Fu Yuan does something that baffles him, he quietly makes a note of it and tries to understand.

He thinks he's finally won her over, but she is still thinking about the divorce papers he promised her on their wedding night.

Shan Yan on the outside: I'll divorce you once I get through this busy period.

Shan Yan on the inside: I'll divorce you when I'm dead.

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After countless passionate hugs from Shan Yan, Fu Yuan discovers that he has a captivating scent.

In his arms, she can always calm her mind.

So she starts pretending to argue with Shan Yan, just so she can repeatedly sniff the ink-like scent on him when he embraces her.

Shan Yan: Have you calmed down, my lady?

Fu Yuan: No.

Shan Yan: But you're smiling...

Fu Yuan: You must be seeing things.

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Because they love each other, neither of them can bear to hold the other's mistakes against them, but this leads to an irreparable disaster.

One argument brings all the long-suppressed resentment between them bursting to the surface.

Fu Yuan stays silent for a long time, but still asks for a divorce.

"You promised me the divorce papers."

"I did promise you."

"We'll get divorced when we're standing before the King of Hell."

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A little extra:

Fu Yuan buries her heart beneath one deception after another, one lie after another.

Until one day, Shan Yan, always composed and willing to be deceived, seems to go mad.

With red-rimmed eyes, he binds Fu Yuan's delicate hands, each small enough to fit in one of his, with the gauzy bed curtains.

The feel of a purple-bristled brush grazing her skin is both ticklish and faintly painful.

The man clutches a writing brush in one hand and a storybook written by Fu Yuan in the other, whispering against her ear:

"Doesn't my lady like writing stories? Your husband likes them too."

Reader's guide:

1. Both leads are sexually inexperienced, 1v1, happy ending. See the author's note in Chapter 1 for content warnings.

2. The dynasty is modeled after the Song, but the setting is fictional, so there's no need to nitpick the details.

Here's a pre-release for another marriage-first, love-later story: The Sinister Marquis Is Actually a Nice Guy

A cheerful, money-loving con artist x a sinister, scheming marquis

Xu Yining is beautiful and skilled in martial arts. She makes a living scamming people in the martial world and enjoys a carefree life,

until one day an official from the imperial court comes looking for her, forcing her to branch out into a new line of work: marriage fraud.

Once the deal is done, she takes the place of the Xu family's daughter and marries Shen Zhaoyi, the Marquis of Zhenbei.

The young Marquis of Zhenbei commands an army and has won countless battles, but he is cold and aloof, with ambitions like a wolf. The new emperor is deeply wary of him.

The emperor has used political marriages to test him more than once, but the border is far away. The bridal processions are either attacked by bandits or lost in the desert sands.

Only Xu Yining arrives before Shen Zhaoyi on schedule, riding in her bridal sedan.

Dressed in a dazzling red wedding gown and phoenix crown, she has a cute little mole on the bridge of her nose.

When her veil is lifted, Xu Yining barely glances at her handsome, cool-eyed groom. Her eyes are glued to the gold ornaments behind Shen Zhaoyi, and she doesn't even think to turn her head.

Shen Zhaoyi's face darkens, and he gives a light cough.

Xu Yining keeps staring at the glittering gold ornaments and blurts out:

"My husband is so plentiful... No, my husband is so big... No, my husband is so shiny..."

Shen Zhaoyi ignores her and looks down at the little mole on her nose.

This spy not only has a pretty face, but also a stupid head. She can stay.

One day, Xu Yining tosses a blood-soaked spy's head in front of Shen Zhaoyi. Her eyes curve with a smile as she uses her sweet voice to claim credit: "Marquis, I'll take care of the dirty work for you. As for the price..."

Though it is broad daylight, Shen Zhaoyi obligingly draws the bed curtains...

Beneath his cold exterior, his lips are still burning as they lightly brush Xu Yining's damp hair.

Shen Zhaoyi glances at her, makes a few marks in the ledger, and replies in a low voice:

"These are settled. There are still two more..."

"When would my lady like to pay them?"

Theme: Follow your heart