Ammu as Wife

*Unusual kinks. Please don't read if that bothers you.

Chen Jinshi lost his mother when he was young. He and his siblings, an older brother and younger sister, struggled to get by in a sprawling household with many branches of the family. When he was twelve, his father brought home a woman.

The woman stepped down from the carriage with a gentle, kind face and a voluptuous figure. She looked about eighteen or nineteen, was quite tall, and had a pair of limpid eyes.

He and his siblings hid behind a wall, watching her warily.

His father beckoned them over and pointed at the woman. "From now on, call her Mother. She'll take care of you."

The woman stood beside their father with a warm smile. She drew the three siblings against her chest, gently rubbing their heads, each a different height.

"The general has shown me great kindness. I'll take good care of you as you grow up."

At twelve, Chen Jinshi's nose and mouth were buried right in her soft, generous bosom. He could barely breathe and forgot to pull away.

After entering the Chen household, the woman truly took over as mistress of the main branch, managing every detail of the siblings' daily lives.

One day, Chen Jinshi returned from school, and she helped him out of his clothes. "Young Master, it's raining today. Didn't I find you an extra pair of trousers this morning? Why didn't you put them on?"

Chen Jinshi gave a cold snort. "You're so eager to curry favor with us. Let me tell you, even if I turn this whole household upside down, don't expect me to call you Mother!"

The woman didn't get angry. As she helped him out of his clothes, she smiled and said, "You've got it wrong. Come, put your feet under the quilt and warm them up." As she spoke, she lifted a corner of the silk quilt. A warming brazier was already tucked inside.

Chen Jinshi hadn't even managed to put on a sour expression before she grabbed both his legs and tucked them into the warm bed.

When Chen Jinshi was fourteen, he saw the woman pushing his badly injured father's wheelchair around the garden. Willow branches veiled the garden in green, and a winding path stretched before them. The woman laid a blanket over his father's legs, smiling as tenderly as flowing water.

Chen Jinshi immediately took out the pen pouch she had made him a few days earlier and threw it on the ground, stomping on it hard twice. Still unsatisfied, he took it back and cut it to shreds with scissors. Only then was he appeased.

That evening, when the woman returned to her room, he had deliberately left the mangled pen pouch somewhere conspicuous. But she merely glanced at it and shook her head, then took a few coins from a box and handed them to the young servant beside him. "Take these and buy Young Master a new one. I won't make him another."

Chen Jinshi had been watching her expression from the shadows. Seeing her reaction, he immediately pulled aside the curtain and came out. "Make me a new one."

The woman looked at him without getting angry, simply smiling and shaking her head.

When Chen Jinshi was fifteen, their father forced the siblings to kneel and bow to the woman before he died, entrusting them entirely to her. Then he breathed his last.

When Chen Jinshi was sixteen, it had been a long time since she had held him and soothed him. With the autumn imperial examinations approaching, she busied herself preparing his writing supplies. Before the exam, Chen Jinshi took advantage of the fact that she couldn't bring herself to refuse him and clung to her for a long time.

"Jinshi, you're grown now. You shouldn't do this." She looked down at him, her expression mild, her face as gentle and kind as ever.

Chen Jinshi lay on her lap, lowering his lashes. As if he hadn't heard her, he rolled over and buried his head in her soft, warm belly, murmuring, "Mother, indulge me just this once, like you did when I was little."

When Chen Jinshi was eighteen, he had a bright future and was at the peak of his success. Shen Ying was only waiting for the eldest daughter-in-law to return and take charge of the main branch. Then her work would be done, her debt of gratitude repaid, and she would have no further ties to the Chen family.

By then, he had grown into a man with the bearing of pine and bamboo, and the proud air of a successful new jinshi. His exceptional looks and bearing were unmatched.

When he learned she was packing her things, he took her hand, wearing a pitiful expression. "Don't you want to dote on me anymore?"

Shen Ying only smiled and shook her head. "You've grown up."

She turned to leave, but Chen Jinshi seized both her hands and pinned her against the door. His youthful muscles tensed as he bent his head and bit her neck. "Mother, dote on me one more time. Don't go."

As desire clouded their minds, she ran her hands over the strong muscles of his abdomen. He grabbed her hand and pressed it against them. "You raised this body with your own hands, Mother. Of course it all belongs to you."

* The main story is told in third person from the heroine's point of view.

* One-to-one romance.

* The heroine and the male protagonist's father are connected only by a debt of gratitude for saving her life, and nothing else.

* The romance begins only after their caregiving relationship has ended.

* The heroine is eight years older than the male lead.

* The main story opens when the male lead is fourteen and the heroine is twenty-two.

Please enjoy my new novel, Swallows, My Love.

Not only the daughters of noble households, but even Yan Yan, a girl from a humble family, loved watching handsome young men in fine clothes ride by on tall horses.

Yan Huichun was in the emperor's favor, passing through the streets every day in flamboyant red, arrogant and proud.

Yan Yan tucked her feelings away, never imagining that this jade-pendant-and-carriage gentleman would truly become her husband, Meng Yanyan's husband.

Seasons passed, and the world changed.

The young man of yesterday turned white-haired in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the husband beside her, Meng Yanyan felt that though her life had been comfortable, it had not exactly been happy. Still, at least they had grown old together.

But she never understood, even on her deathbed: if Yan Huichun did not love her, why had he married her? Why endure such a long and dull life?

As she closed her eyes, she thought, If I get another life, no matter how wonderful Yan Huichun is, I won't marry him again.

In the blink of an eye, the streets outside were filled with gongs and drums. It was the day Yan Huichun became famous throughout the capital for his poetry, passing beneath her window surrounded by admirers.

Yan Yan was grateful that Heaven had truly given her another chance. The man below, no longer old and weathered, was riding by in fine clothes on a spirited horse. Yan Yan glanced at him once, then never looked again.

In this life, marrying the well-matched Young Master Shen and living a loving life together would be just fine.

Shen Yutang had already fallen for her, and Yan Yan knew he would have a promising future. The two families soon began making arrangements for their marriage.

But just as Yan Yan was about to forget Yan Huichun completely, her husband from her previous life, who had always been reserved and taciturn with her, burst into her life with overwhelming force.

In her previous life, Yan Yan would never have dared imagine such a thing.

Yan Huichun had expected everything to unfold just as it had in his previous life, with Yan Yan naturally becoming his wife. Although they could not have children, he would protect her and give her a peaceful life, loving her for the rest of his days.

What was wrong with living together in quiet, unchanging peace, just as they had before?

But why wouldn't Yan Yan even look at him now? And why, in the blink of an eye, was she about to marry someone else?

*

"If you don't say it, how am I supposed to know you love me, my husband?"

"To me, having Yan Yan share the same roof and drink from the same cup is already a blessing."

"I don't understand."

"To me, Yan Yan is the one I'll grow old with, just as we promised."

"Hmph. What kind of answer is that?"

"To me, Yan Yan is home."

"Huichun, I only have eyes for Yan Yan."

* One-to-one romance

* Both leads are reborn

* Rekindled romance after a breakup

* Watch the ice mountain turn into an obsessive madman

Theme: Love can heal anything.