You Want Me as Your Secret Mistress? I’ll Marry Someone Else, Then You Can Cry About It

The young master Gu was poisoned and lost the use of both hands, so his mother sent him back to his hometown. Chun Jing-shu cared for him for three years. After recovering, he placed first in the provincial examination. On the day the results were posted, he took her, but gave her no title.

"It was just a bit of idle amusement while I was drunk. Nothing respectable, so why take it seriously? In a few days, I, the heir, will be returning to the capital."

They mocked her, saying Gu Yujing was in love with his beautiful, fair-skinned fiancée, while she was just a dark-skinned country girl from his hometown. Ha, clinging to him could only make her his mistress. She left him a cruel letter and ran away in the dead of night.

Later, Chun Jing-shu changed her name, entered a sham marriage, and cured her illness. She was no longer a dark-skinned country girl. When they met again, he didn't recognize her, and had no idea she'd secretly borne his son. He only knew that the woman before him had captured his heart and wouldn't leave his thoughts.

She ran, and he chased.

"Young Master Gu, I'm already married. Get lost."

"What a coincidence. That's exactly what I'm into."

He pinned her inside the carriage and kissed her tenderly. "I have more power and influence than he does, and I'll treat you well. Why not choose me?"

He coaxed her, hovered around her, and used threats and bribes to win her over, shamelessly fighting and scrambling for her affection. Six years ago, she was the one without a title. Six years later, he clung to her without a title of his own, willingly becoming her kept man.

She said he was crazy.

He said, "I've always been crazy."

When he learned who she really was, his eyes reddened. "You were just amusing yourself with me? Did you enjoy it?"

She said, "If you can do it, why can't I?"

Later, after walking the same road she'd walked and tasting all the bitterness she'd endured, he came to her with his whole heart in his hands. "I don't want high office or wealth. I don't want my title as heir. I don't want the noble ladies of the capital. I only want you to amuse yourself with me for a while. Will you?"