Before I Marry Down Again, the City's Elites Vie to Be My Husband

Chu Zhaoning had been married into the Xiao family for three years, yet her marriage had never been consummated.

At first, Chu Zhaoning thought Xiao Mo cared about her because of her chronic cold illness, and loved her so much he was willing to forgo having children.

After all, Xiao Mo had once given up half his life for her.

Only when she was locked away in a lightless dungeon did Chu Zhaoning learn the truth:

"He isn't a slave. He's the most honored young general of the Xiao family."

"He married you only for the power of the Duke of Chu's household."

"He didn't refrain from consummating the marriage out of compassion. You're simply unworthy of bearing his children!"

After ten years in the dungeon, Chu Zhaoning clung to her last breath, only to hear that her father had died and her younger sister had fallen from a cliff.

Reborn, Chu Zhaoning returned to the moment before she bought a slave at the beast-fighting arena.

"Sang Luo, choose him."

Her finger moved toward the young man beside Xiao Mo. Chu Zhaoning smiled brightly and boldly.

She was the legitimate daughter of the Duke of Chu's household. She had to have been blind in her past life to fall in love with a slave.

But Chu Zhaoning didn't know that, in a shadowy corner, Xiao Mo's eyes were fixed on her with obsessive longing.

A lovely maiden is a gentleman's delight.

A noble-born beauty is worth a fortune in betrothal gifts.

Her divine physician cousin tested medicines on himself for her, the newly crowned top scholar wielded his brush to paint her brows, and the young master of the Chancellor's household called out that he would marry into her family. Even her former fiance, who had broken off their engagement, went mad clutching the letter of renunciation. "Zhaozhao, I was wrong..."

Chu Zhaoning thought that in this life, she would surely find a good husband and live a peaceful, happy life.

But why was even Xiao Mo, who had only ever used her, now kneeling and kissing her ankle? "A Ning, please, let me feel your love once more."