The Foolish Young Lady: My Lord, You’re Asking for a Beating

The dim yellow lights swayed before her eyes. The rapid clatter of wheels echoed through the corridor. Xin Yi lay on a moving operating table, her mind blank. Before her eyes was the scene she couldn't believe, even in death: the man who claimed he would love her for ten thousand years was in their little home, wrapped around another woman as they made love. “Your wife is so beautiful. Why are you still coming to me?” The woman narrowed her eyes, her face flushed as the man busied himself on top of her. “She's pregnant and has no sense of fun. Even the most beautiful woman gets boring after a while, doesn't she? I've figured it out now: women are all the same. What matters most is how useful they are!” His words crashed over Xin Yi like thunder, shattering her perfect world. She collapsed to the floor, blood flowing from her body. Then she lost consciousness. The lights above the operating table were yellow. Xin Yi instinctively covered her belly. “What are you going to do? Don't hurt my baby!” If she had already lost the man she loved, she couldn't bear to lose this child too. Without a man, at least she wouldn't be lonely if she had a child, right? “Your baby is already gone. Your uterus has been severely damaged, and we have to remove it. Stay still. We've given you anesthetic. Now, go to sleep.” The doctor's cold voice reached her, and Xin Yi fell once more into endless darkness. When she woke, the world around her was different from the one she knew. She was in a place where everyone wore ancient clothing. “Who are you?” Xin Yi stared at the man before her. “We're engaged. We're getting married next month.” The man gazed at the beautiful woman before him, eager to devour her at once. She might be a fool, but that didn't matter, did it? He was willing to marry her, and the Xin family treated him like their savior. He'd never have to worry about a thing for the rest of his life. The calculating look in his eyes sent a chill through Xin Yi. “Is that so? We're engaged? How come I don't know about it? Well, now I can tell you for certain: I won't marry you. You're not worthy of me!” Her words left the man dumbfounded. Why were men allowed to have three wives and four concubines? Even in the modern era, had that rotten tendency in men never changed? Why couldn't women have three husbands and four consorts? I wouldn't mind having a few second masters! This story features multiple male love interests. If that's not for you, please don't read. To those who enjoy it, please support me with votes, diamonds, and flowers. Thank you! Recommended new novel by a friend! http://read.xxsy.net/info/296255.html