A Yao lost her mother at a young age. Though she was born into a wealthy family, her life was exceptionally hard.
There was little affection in the household, and she had no desire to win anyone's favor, so she played the role of a ghost in her own home. Then one day, her biological father and stepmother conspired to sell her to a brothel.
A Yao thought, The Cui family is a wealthy family in this region. They can surely spare enough food to feed one little cat. Why go this far?
As the brothel doors opened before her, A Yao shut her eyes, steeled herself, and leaped down.
Once she hit the ground, every inch of her body hurt. As she grimaced in pain, she suddenly noticed a leg right in front of her, almost touching her face!
A Yao: Whose leg is so rude?
Soon, A Yao discovered that this was a golden thigh she could cling to!
A Yao believes in repaying kindness. She became a maid in her "golden thigh's" household, of course, not because she was forced to.
She was no more than a discarded daughter and didn't dare return to that ruthless den of vipers. All she wanted was to earn her keep as a maid in the Shen household.
A Yao thought, Lord Shen kindly saved me, so I must work like an ox and horse and repay him with every fiber of my being. For instance
When the lord is thirsty, I'll pour his tea; when he eats, I'll serve his food; when he writes, I'll grind his ink; when he rests, I'll help him change...
A Yao prided herself on being a proper maid, but Lord Shen, who was usually so cold, looked at her with increasing displeasure.
A Yao was utterly confused. She couldn't remember when she'd offended him, but it didn't matter. If Lord Shen was in a bad mood, she could keep out of his way until he calmed down.
One day, A Yao, who had been "avoiding the big cat," was blocked by the man after he finished work. He pinned her against a corridor pillar and demanded, "Do you have feelings for me, "
Afraid of offending the man in front of her and losing the only place she had to stay, A Yao quickly waved her hands. "This humble maid is as weak as a willow. I would never dare presume to dream of you, my lord!"
A Yao was just congratulating herself on having cleared things up quickly when the man's face darkened. Through clenched teeth, he said, "What willow is as weak as you? A Yao, you must dream of me!"
"My lord, don't you know that a forcibly picked melon isn't..."
Before she could finish, the man's voice above her cut her off: "Sweet or not, there's only one way to find out."
Before A Yao could react, the touch against her lips came with startling force. Then the suspicious smacking sounds rang clearly in her ears.
A Yao's mind went blank. She nearly cried from embarrassment.
That talk about self-control and aloofness had all been a lie. He's a lecher, that's what he is! ৹˃ ^ ˂৹
Please add my upcoming story, After My Sickly Uncle Took an Interest in Me~
Jiang Baoling encountered a heroic rescue scene on her way to a banquet, and before she knew it, she had hastily married someone else.
Only a few months after marrying Fu Erlang, she became bedridden with illness, one foot already in the grave.
Jiang Baoling was heartbroken, convinced that her life was as fragile as paper.
Just before she died, she suddenly remembered someone she had never met: her husband's elder brother, Fu Suiyu, the eldest son of the Fu family.
She had heard that her brother-in-law was a sickly man who had spent years confined to bed. Now that she was in the same situation, Jiang Baoling understood how agonizing it was to be plagued by illness...
Reborn, Jiang Baoling returned to her wedding night, and memories of the past filled her with dread.
She thought things would play out as they had in her previous life, but strangely, the husband she'd just married never even came to the bridal chamber.
Jiang Baoling: Where has my husband gone?
She'd thought Fu Erlang was out carousing, but it turned out he'd gone and died!
Overnight, Jiang Baoling became a notorious jinx, accused of bringing bad luck and causing her husband's death. But she was timid by nature, and even when she was cursed and blamed, she couldn't speak up.
One day, her sickly brother-in-law suddenly took a turn for the worse. Her mother-in-law, who had never liked her, ordered her to care for him at his bedside.
That gave Jiang Baoling the perfect opportunity.
In a room filled with the fragrance of incense, with no one else around, Jiang Baoling simply poured her heart out to the sick man on the bed:
"Elder Brother... It's not as if I took his life. Why do they blame me for my husband's death?"
"They call me a vixen, a shameless little seductress. Elder Brother, they say such awful things. Is it a crime to be born beautiful?"
After pouring out her troubles, Jiang Baoling felt much better. She wiped her tears and thanked the sick man, then added, "Elder Brother, it would be wonderful if you were sick every day. Then I could come take care of you every day."
Jiang Baoling tucked in the covers and sighed, not noticing the eyelid of the "sick man" on the bed twitching repeatedly.
Soon, Jiang Baoling got her wish.
But can someone please tell her: Does caring for a sick person mean you have to do it in bed?
Core message: Live well.
