A Minor Official's Wife

Three years ago, when Cui Xiangyi was exposed as a fake heiress and driven out of Bianjing, Pei Yu, who had once been engaged to her, stopped her and asked whether she'd become his concubine.

Cui Xiangyi answered with a merciless slap.

She thought she would never cross paths with him again, but not long after her wedding, the man who had been her husband's superior, Gao Qian, was replaced by a new boss: Pei Yu.

Fortunately, her husband was a minor official and had no dealings with Pei Yu.

That is, until her husband invited Pei Yu over as a guest and got drunk during the banquet.

The man, who had always treated Cui Xiangyi like a stranger and ignored her completely, raised his eyes with a wicked, playful glint and sneered as he backed her into a corner. "You wouldn't become my concubine, just so you could marry a useless man like this?"

"You didn't really think I came here as an ordinary guest, did you?"

A cowardly husband pretending to be drunk, an ex-fiancé pressing her at every turn, and her, caught in the middle.

Note: The heroine and the hero are together only after she has ended her marriage to the second male lead.

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Blurb: Xie Guan has been emotionally distant since childhood and despises romantic affairs.

He never imagined that one day he would become obsessed with a young married woman who tutors his niece, watching her day and night.

A gentleman does not take what another loves, much less another man's wife.

Someone else might give up, but he has seldom wanted anything in his life. Wen Yan is one of the few things he wants but cannot have.

Even knowing that she and her husband are devoted to each other, what does it matter if they're a loving couple?

If he wants her, then she'll be plucked from the branch, kept hidden behind his curtains, and made to give off her fragrance day and night.

At first, Xie Guan wanted to leave her alone. But she kept barging into his life again and again, disrupting the self-control he was so proud of.

Xie Guan lowered his head, looking down at the pitiful woman borrowing money from him to save her husband.

Even though she'd come to borrow money, she stood with her back straight, possessing the bearing of a scholar-official. It inevitably made him think of the green bamboo in his courtyard.

He wanted all the more to break her pride, aloofness, and self-respect, piece by piece, and grind them to dust.

He wanted to see her eyes turn red from crying, her frail body prostrate on the ground, begging him.

His lips curled as he bared his sharp, beastlike fangs. "Do you want money, Madam? Trade yourself for it."

Theme: Loving someone begins with loving yourself