A Concubine’s Allure

“Don't you think you owe me an explanation?” His cold eyes narrowed, and danger swept over him like a brewing storm.

He had been married to her for a year. Two months ago, she had supposedly died of a sudden illness. Yet now she was leisurely strolling through the streets. And why did the four- or five-year-old boy beside her look more and more like him?

Just how much was this woman hiding from him?

“My lord, do we know each other?” She lifted her bright eyes, her face full of innocence and confusion. She looked even purer than the little boy beside her.

The boy blinked. His mother's disguises were usually flawless, but this man looked far too dangerous to be fooled. This time, Mom might be in trouble...

“Qin Ke'er, I don't mind showing you exactly how well we know each other.” Sure enough, the next moment he swept toward her like a storm, stopping right in front of her. He wanted to see just how long she planned to keep pretending.

And that “showing” he had in mind...

The Devoted Love:

“Qin. Ke'er.” His furious shout rang out as he strode toward her, his face icy and a terrifying storm brewing in his eyes. Did she have any idea how dangerous this was?

Everyone watched with schadenfreude. They all knew that anyone who offended this man would meet a terrible end. With him charging over in such a fury, she would probably be left with not a bone intact...

“Husband, I was wrong.” She turned and looked back. A moment ago, she had been as cold as ice and decisive as a thunderbolt, but in an instant she transformed into a delicate, innocent beauty, utterly lovable and clinging to him like a little bird. Her clear eyes gazed up at him, full of innocence.

“My dear, can't we try a different trick?” With a helpless sigh, the icy coldness in him melted into tender affection and loving concern.

She did this every time, and every time he was powerless to resist.

“Sure.” Her face bloomed into a smile. She slipped her arm through his and answered matter-of-factly, “Once I think of something that works better, we'll switch.”

His lips twitched. Was she openly admitting that she was always scheming to fool him? Just what kind of woman had he married?

Everyone was left stunned, unable to believe their eyes. Was this really the cold, ruthless man everyone feared?

From then on, everyone knew that the man known as the Cold-Faced King of Hell doted on his wife beyond all reason. Even if he was blazing with fury one moment, one meek little pout from her left him helpless, without so much as a trace of temper.

She was:

Cold enough to freeze a thousand miles.

A smile that could bring spring in an instant.

Still as a celestial maiden.

In motion, she could change the whole world in a flash.

And just a little scheming, a little cute, a little sweet and charming, though only around him.

Someone tell him: was this his good fortune or his misfortune?