Winning the Laurel, Taking Her as My Wife

In the thirteenth year of their marriage, Gui Nanping’s husband brought home a courtesan to take as his concubine. She looked strikingly like the long-dead first love he had mourned for years.

Nanping fell asleep in anger and humiliation, only to wake up thirteen years in the past...

She couldn’t be bothered with her taciturn, cold-hearted husband, and she dealt with every spiteful move from the eldest and third branches of the family.

When the time was right, she asked for a divorce. But the man who had been aloof for two lifetimes suddenly clutched the hem of her clothes, looking aggrieved. “Gui Nanping, you have no heart!”

Gui Nanping: “?”