The Young Widow of Spring Boudoir

After her husband died, Xie Rutang became a widow. Her mother-in-law told her to seek out the Second Master, who was staying at the Shen residence, and ask him to father a child for her to rely on. They would tell people the baby was her late husband's posthumous child. The Second Master, Pei Zhiheng, was a high-ranking official of the Court of Judicial Review, a cold-faced king of hell and an untouchable flower on a lofty peak. His heart already belonged to a radiant moon atop a distant mountain. Her mother-in-law secretly gave her an aphrodisiac and forced her into his bed. When it was over, Pei Zhiheng's expression remained cold. "Once you're pregnant, this arrangement ends. I'll marry someone else." Xie Rutang clenched her fingers and lowered her eyes. He had someone else in his heart, and she still thought of her late husband. That suited them both. But she never expected that once she conceived, the man would change his tune. Holding the child in her arms, Xie Rutang spoke in a soft, even voice. "Second Master, go back to the Pei residence. I still have to keep watch over Yuan Lang's memory..." At her words, the powerful official, who had always been free of worldly desires, snapped the brush in his hand. At the corner of the corridor, Pei Zhiheng gripped her waist, his fingertips digging in hard. His lofty, cold expression was gone. "What if I insist on staying here at the Shen residence and never leave?" To win back her heart, he pinned her to the bed that night. "The child is already this big. Why don't we have another? What I said before doesn't count..." Xie Rutang ground her teeth and threw him out!