They All Hope His Wife Is Two-Timing Him

* A sincere, hardworking, unassuming concubine-born young woman who makes things happen x a repressed, ill man with a hidden affliction

Ji Qingli is the least remarkable of the Ji family's concubine-born daughters, always gentle and honest.

After somehow marrying into the Shen family, she becomes the talk of the town. How could a girl of questionable virtue like her marry such a powerful minister, so far above her station? Her worries shift of their own accord from how to survive to how to win her husband's affection.

After all, Shen Huaixu is truly cold-hearted. On their wedding night, he even pushed her away from his lofty perch, and he has never touched her.

For six months after marrying into the family, she puts up with everything, from her mother-in-law making things difficult to her brother-in-law pestering her. She remains conscientious and proper, diligently learning how to seduce a man.

Until one day, she accidentally overhears her legitimate-born elder brother sneer, "What a sacrifice for Brother Shen, bearing the humiliation of pretending to marry her."

"But how could she ever be fit to be mistress of the Shen family? The Ji family has other daughters, after all. Why not elevate her older sister to be his secondary wife...?"

Ji Qingli turns in a daze. Her husband lowers his eyes, his bearing refined and noble, and says nothing.

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Shen Huaixu realizes that his little wife has changed lately.

She no longer crosses the line to fuss over him, no longer presses her warm body against him to tempt him into sharing her bed. Even when she hears the rumor that he is taking a secondary wife, she remains silent and calm.

Shen Huaixu is busy with all manner of affairs, so he assumes she is sulking.

Besides, he has a hidden affliction and is used to keeping himself in check. They only married for appearances anyway, so keeping their distance is a good way to avoid the burning pain in his spine whenever she so much as looks at him. The fire never stops raging.

This is for the best.

Until one day at a banquet, Shen Huaixu looks up and sees his young, soft-hearted wife take her seat across from him.

When she looks at people, her lashes are downy and soft. She only has to lose her footing, and the heir apparent, the eunuch who flirted with her before she married, even his own younger brother, all reach out at once, eager to catch her.

They prattle about who came first and brothers inheriting from brothers, about how dull and tedious a gentleman is, shamelessly coveting the springtime romance he has never known.

Shen Huaixu holds his breath for several seconds. Beneath his sleeve, his fingertips twitch so wildly that they draw blood, but his solemn expression remains perfectly still. He trusts that his wife knows how to behave.

He forces himself to endure the whole afternoon and hurries home, only to find the room empty. All that remains for him on the table is a torn-up contract and a divorce agreement.

No.

The powerful minister, so far above the world, remains speechless for a long time. He sits alone all night, nearly coughing up blood, refusing to face the truth.

At daybreak, the darkness he has always repressed surges up, sharp and violent, urging him to set fire to the divorce agreement and the whole house, then take up his sword.

She has always been so innocent. Those men must have been the ones to lose their minds and tempt her first.

He only has to kill them all.

Divorce? Absolutely not.

1. The repressed guy has no secondary wife and isn't impotent. His impotence makes him dark and obsessive, crawling around in agony as he tries desperately to cure it. Meanwhile, others who can perform are waiting in line. None of them are quite right in the head.

2. Updates daily before midnight. I'll ask for a leave of absence if anything comes up. Pure romance, an alternate dynasty, and I'm slowly learning how to write political intrigue.

3. I am only responsible to readers who support the official version.

Blurb screenshot dated 2025.3.7

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Coming soon: "Steal His Wife"

* A gentle little rabbit x a scheming younger uncle with an obsession with skin

On the day the Lu family sent over the betrothal gifts, Wen Fu's nanny wept in private.

Marrying into a ducal family was undoubtedly marrying above her station, but the story of how that young Master Lu had chased after a merchant's daughter and refused to marry anyone else had spread throughout the capital. Now he was calling to propose. What did he think of the young lady's dignity?

Unwilling as she was, Wen Fu accepted the marriage. She had no choice but to marry into the family.

On their wedding night, the young couple stared at each other for half a year before finally agreeing on three rules: he would give her wealth and status, she would give him freedom, and they would stay out of each other's way.

Early the next morning, Lu Xun ran off to be with that woman, leaving Wen Fu to meet the rest of the Lu family alone.

Wen Fu's thoughts were in disarray. On the way, she bumped into someone.

The man silently steadied her, his broad, strong hand passing around her waist.

It was the Lu family's younger uncle, a man whose emotions never showed on his face.

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Six months into the marriage, things were finally looking up. But just as their relationship took a turn for the better, Lu Xun had an accident and fell unconscious for months.

Wen Fu was effectively a widow. Lu Xun's friends kept visiting to comfort her, clearly worried on her behalf.

A perfectly good young woman had married into the Lu family and ended up in this state. The Lu family was disgraced, and in their desperation they came up with a foolish idea: have Wen Fu divorce Lu Xun, then choose another husband.

For instance, the Lu family's younger uncle was in his prime, held high rank and power, and had no one by his side.

How could that be? Wen Fu was shocked. She turned to look at her younger uncle, expecting the staid, serious man to refuse. Instead, he lowered his eyes. "We can give it a try."

"But..."

"Just as you agreed to give Lu Xun a try. Or is it all right for him, but not for me?"

*

Ever since Lu Xun could remember, the Lu family had made all his decisions, including his marriage. He was determined not to let them decide this time.

He happily waited to fall seriously ill, then wake up with control of his own life. Besides, Wen Fu seemed pretty nice.

He never expected that when he woke up, his friend would look at him with disappointment and ask, "Why did you wake up?"

Lu Xun: ?

His friend then seemed to relax for some reason. "Well, since you're awake, it just so happens the Lu family has some happy news. If you want to marry that girl, do it while the moment lasts. Congratulations on two happy occasions at once."

Divorced? Lu Xun's mind went blank. He rushed out the door.

In the corridor, Wen Fu was leaning against a pillar, dozing. His younger uncle bent his head and kissed her fingertips. She didn't even push him away.

His wife was now his aunt by marriage.

That shameless old degenerate.

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Lu Yuxiu had always been calm as still water. For the first time, a woman made him lose focus. She respectfully called him Uncle.

No matter. He would have her all the same.

Intended theme: Cherish the person in front of you