Married to the Lady's Fiancé

Zhen'er was the personal maid of Miss Jiang. Sadly, Miss Jiang was a beauty with a tragic fate, and died a year before her wedding.

Zhen'er then set up a little stall of her own and watched the eldest young master of the Cui family every day.

[Miss, the eldest young master left at the hour of the Dragon today, came back at noon, then went out to a banquet at the hour of the Rooster.]

She had to tell her sleeping mistress every last detail.

But one day, that handsome and exceptionally elegant eldest young master of the Cui family stood before her and asked if she would marry him.

Zhen'er thought it over for a few days, then agreed.

But she wasn't taken in as a concubine. She was properly wed into the Cui family.

Every day, the Cui family members made things difficult for her, both openly and behind her back. She didn't dare tell her husband, and would only secretly cry to her mistress.

[Miss, Zhen'er misses you so much.]

Just as everyone was sure this maid could never be the mistress of the household, disaster struck the Cui family, and the entire clan was sentenced to exile.

When they returned from exile, no one ever questioned Li Zhen'er again.

Cui Xingli could also hold his sweet little wife every day, blow out the candle, and make a baby.

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At a banquet, one of Cui Xingli's friends asked, [Eldest Young Master, that was quite a move, but weren't you afraid something might happen to your family?]

Cui Xingli answered carelessly, [They made things hard for my bride. If something happened to them, they deserved it.]

His friend: [Spoiling your wife with other people's lives, 6666.]

A little bonus scene with extra sugar:

Zhen'er was pregnant and hoped every day that the baby would be a girl.

[My lord, if it's a girl, maybe it'll be Miss reincarnated.]

Cui Xingli said nothing, just glanced at her belly.

When the baby was born, he picked up his son and kissed him over and over, then said with a helpless look, [It's a little brat. We'll have to keep trying.]

Li Zhen'er's pretty face flushed red.

Another night of being squeezed and kneaded. (Sobbing)

Theme: Love makes no sense.