Soft Rouge Fragrance

HE × mutual devotion × sweet romance On the first night He Cao married into the Wei household, the man died in bed. When his son returned for the funeral, the first thing he did was sell off her and the other concubines. Everyone in the capital knew that Wei Ze was a cold-eyed living demon, heartless and ruthless. Who would dare provoke him? He was also utterly uninterested in women, keeping away from their charms as if he didn’t belong in this mortal world. In the household, He Cao was Wei Ze’s father’s concubine. Outside it, she was just a lowly village woman he would never spare a glance. With a wolfish brother and a fox-faced sister-in-law bearing down on her from the front, and the scheming second branch framing her from behind, she had to play the pitiful, ingratiating supplicant to win her stepson’s protection and beg him to look out for her. Later… “Ze, what do you think I have in my hand?” the woman called out in a matronly tone. “What did you just call me?” Wei Ze sat beneath a tree with one leg bent. He Cao continued as if nothing had happened. “I didn’t call you the wrong thing…” He flicked the green crab from her hand. “What kind of uncouth country girl are you, thinking you can order me around?” Wei Ze pressed her against the tree trunk, his eyes slowly roaming over her lips as if surveying his own territory. Then he leaned closer, slow and gentle. “Be good. What are we, anyway? Call me husband and let me hear it…”