The Dutiful Wife Wants a Divorce

Huai Zhi was born into a poor family. She was too honest and slow-witted, and still unmarried at eighteen. Later, she hit it off with a sickly young gentleman, and they decided to marry so she could bring him good luck. Cui Jingci was mild-mannered and exceptionally handsome. His only flaw was his poor health. But to Huai Zhi, that was a good thing too. It wasn't until their wedding night, when she saw her husband's strong, muscular waist and met his deep gaze, that Huai Zhi belatedly realized she'd been deceived. He was perfectly healthy! As time went by, Huai Zhi discovered that her husband was rigid, domineering, and proud. He didn't like her spending time with other men, and wouldn't even let her talk to them. He had plenty of energy and always found new ways to wear her out. Huai Zhi thought he was sick in the head, and gradually began to regret her decision. * Cui Jingci had once been a gentleman praised by all. Everything other people envied came to him as easily as reaching into a bag. But later, circumstances forced him to pretend to be ill. Now he was approaching thirty. He needed a wife, and he needed children. Huai Zhi was the ideal choice. He didn't understand love. But on those nights of pleasure, watching his wife's cheeks flush as she tried to stifle her voice, seeing her swollen lips, watching her lie on top of him and cry, he thought that living this way for the rest of their lives wouldn't be so bad. But later, for some reason, Huai Zhi grew more and more distant from him, even laughing and chatting with other men. Cui Jingci argued with her about it, only to hear the usually timid Huai Zhi boldly say, “If you can't stand me so much, why don't we get a divorce?” There were scoundrels outside trying to seduce his wife. His wife had become unfaithful to him. Men deserved to die, and wives deserved to be punished. Before marrying Huai Zhi, Cui Jingci had thought she was timid and weak, poor and lowborn. He never expected that one day he would fall for her, willingly bowing his head and begging for her affection, only to be denied. 【70% of the text is protected against piracy. If the text is too short, the anti-piracy chapter will not be displayed.】 Please add the new novel on my homepage, My Savior Became a Widow, to your collection Blurb: Meng Zhi was known throughout the village as a beautiful woman, but she was already married. Her husband was a simple, wooden sort of man, orphaned young, who treated her very well. Then one day, her husband brought home a man he'd rescued. She was furious, but there was nothing she could do. The man was already in their home, and they couldn't get rid of him. The man they'd taken in was exceptionally handsome and kind, and seemed grateful for their help. Meng Zhi thought that once he recovered, she would make sure to get some money out of him. But before they could send him on his way, her husband died away from home, and Meng Zhi became a widow overnight. The man asked if she would go home with him. Meng Zhi looked at him through tear-filled eyes, then finally nodded. * Xiao Mingzhuo was born into a noble clan. He came from a distinguished family and had already made a name for himself as a young man. One day, he was ambushed and nearly died. The woman who cared for him was an ignorant village woman, with nothing but her beauty to recommend her. She was vulgar, foolish, greedy, and mercenary. But later, she became a widow. He was only taking pity on an ignorant woman. Xiao Mingzhuo brought her home. The widow appeared in his dreams for no reason, and Xiao Mingzhuo remembered the strange noises from the room next door on those long nights. Having her should have been enough, but gradually Xiao Mingzhuo began to want more. After all, her husband was already dead. Why not take his place? Theme: When one door closes, another opens