I Provoked a Temperamental Powerbroker, and Now He Won't Stop Kissing His Sweet, Gentle Concubine

After her father and brothers were exiled, Ruan Yao entered the Rong household as a disgraced daughter and became her benefactor’s concubine. The marriage was a sham, and so was her status as a concubine. Only her bargain with her benefactor was real. Just six months later, her husband died of illness, leaving her with his unborn child to face the second branch of the family, who were watching hungrily, and the old madam, whose smiles hid a knife. Faking a pregnancy to inherit a title was a grave offense, but she wanted not only to survive, she wanted this child too. She had promised her benefactor she would protect his title. With nowhere else to turn, she appealed to the infamous powerful minister. At first, he scoffed. “What standing do you have to ask me to save you?” With no other choice, she told him the truth. Later, as Ruan Yao busied herself with ending things between them, the usually proud and unruly man’s eyes reddened. “Did you ever have even the slightest genuine feeling for me?” Later still, she cried as she pounded on his chest. “If I didn’t care about you, why would I have come to you for help?” The man gritted his teeth. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.”