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[Forced Possession / Wife-Chasing Crematorium] The eldest son takes a dangerous path to steal his younger brother's wife

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Historical romance, My Restrictive Romance-Novel Wife Chased Me to the Crematorium: Frail, Delicate Commandery Princess x Brooding, Obsessive Top Scholar, happy ending

When the newly appointed top scholar Xie Yunzhi got married, the news had the capital's noblewomen crying themselves to sleep. Every one of them secretly resented Ming Yao.

But behind closed doors, all her thoughtfulness and shy longing couldn't win even a glance from her husband.

Three months into their marriage, their most intimate moment was holding hands in front of other people.

Ming Yao hoped. Ming Yao grew disheartened. Ming Yao gave up.

One day, she woke from a dream and realized she had found herself inside an erotic romance novel, where she was merely a doomed supporting character.

The woman truly cherished by the young general, the foreign prince, and even her own cold husband was a commoner.

In the book, Xie Yunzhi was insatiable, indulging in every pleasure and clinging to her until she couldn't escape. His usual coldness was gone, replaced by wanton desire she'd never seen in him.

Ming Yao grew suspicious, but in her husband's room she found a small box he treasured and kept hidden. Inside was a woman's undergarment, soft and seductive.

So Xie Yunzhi wasn't a paragon of virtue. He just wasn't interested in her.

A melon forced off the vine isn't sweet, or thirst-quenching.

The emperor had arranged their marriage, so they couldn't divorce. But Ming Yao came to terms with it and offered to sleep in separate beds.

She let beautiful women throw themselves at him, while she chatted and laughed with a handsome top scholar.

Better for each of them to have fun than to be a bitter couple.

Though Xie Yunzhi crushed a delicate teacup right in front of her, Ming Yao figured he must be overjoyed.

With a crook of the commandery princess's finger, the general, prince, and top scholar all came running.

Yet Ming Yao always felt a pair of eyes watching her from the shadows.

And several of her undergarments mysteriously went missing.

Tipsy at a palace banquet, Ming Yao was abducted into an empty hall. As fear gripped her, she felt something cool and damp against her neck.

The resentful husband behind her took the tie of her undergarment between his lips and gritted his teeth in jealousy.

"Why have I never seen this one before?"

Xie Yunzhi was afraid she would hate him if she saw his true, lovesick self, so he didn't dare reveal it.

But he was also afraid she would stop playing with him and seek her pleasures elsewhere.

"You're trying to drive me mad!"

Novel Blurb------------------

Pei Lang despised his orphaned younger cousin who lived in his household: beautiful, helpless, and full of schemes.

He knew Lin Zhi had her heart set on marrying his boorish younger brother and becoming the young mistress of the Pei family.

Hating her by association, Pei Lang's malice grew until he deliberately seduced her, wanting to tear away Lin Zhi's beautiful mask with his own hands.

After his younger brother left for the front, Pei Lang drew Lin Zhi onto the brocade bed. Between their heated breaths, her youthful admiration for him was plain.

He gently kissed the red marks he'd left on her snow-white skin, making one promise after another that he had no intention of keeping.

He thought he had complete control over Lin Zhi, body and soul, and that he could abandon her whenever he pleased.

Pain and tender kisses fell together, while a tenderness and possessiveness that even Pei Lang himself didn't recognize grew wildly within him.

*

Lin Zhi had drifted through life like duckweed since childhood. Even her aunt had saved her with ulterior motives.

She had never had a place where she could feel safe, but Pei Lang taught her to be reasonable and proper, like a teacher, like an older brother.

Her love for the older man was accepted in full, and returned twofold.

Pei Lang's embrace was her sanctuary.

But the man by her side was the son of her enemy. All her happiness and sweetness had been nothing but an illusion.

Luring her into his web was just one of Pei Lang's schemes.

As Lin Zhi suffered through a difficult labor, consumed by pain, she had only one thought:

Survive, and leave him.

*

Pei Lang was consumed by ambition and a desire to control everything, and he stopped at nothing to achieve his goals.

But his only secondary wife died young, and people thought he had finally settled down.

He devoted himself to raising their child, even abandoning his official duties to live out in the countryside. Father and daughter were content and carefree.

When Lin Zhi, who had retreated from the world, heard the rumors, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps things had worked out for the best.

In the middle of the night, in a little thatched cottage, Lin Zhi woke from a dream and turned over, only to be pulled into a fierce, searing embrace.

Terrified, she found herself with her forehead pressed against Pei Lang's!

His eyes brimming with greed, Pei Lang held her tight and nuzzled against her temple as if he would crush her slender waist. His voice was dark and heavy:

"A Zhi, you haven't been good. I've suffered through the days, longing for you for a whole year, thinking of you for a hundred days."

"And yet you smile for someone else?"

* 1v1, both are virgins and faithful to each other; the female lead fakes her death.

The male lead is a dark, career-driven control freak who disciplines and controls the female lead. She is gentle but incredibly stubborn and won't listen to anything she doesn't agree with.

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