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

After Gu Yujing was poisoned and lost the use of both hands, his mother sent him back to his hometown. Chun Jingshu cared for him for three years.

Once he had recovered, he passed the provincial exam as the top candidate. On the day the results were announced, he took her, but gave her no title.

"It was just a bit of drunken amusement, nothing fit to be seen in public. Why take it seriously? In a few days, I, the heir, will be returning to the capital."

They mocked her, saying Gu Yujing liked his fair-skinned, beautiful prospective bride. As for this dark-skinned country girl from his hometown, she could only cling to him and become his mistress.

She left him a cruel letter and fled in the middle of the night.

Later, Chun Jingshu changed her name, entered a sham marriage, cured her illness, and was no longer a dark-skinned country girl.

When they met again, he did not recognize her, nor did he know she had secretly borne his son.

He only knew that he could not forget the woman before him.

She ran. He chased.

"Heir Gu, I'm already married. Get lost."

"What a coincidence. That's exactly my type."

He pinned her in the carriage and kissed her lips tenderly. "I have more power and influence than he does, and I know how to cherish a woman. Why not choose me?"

He cajoled her, hovered around her, threatened and bribed her, shamelessly fighting to win her back.

Six years ago, she was the one without a title.

Six years later, he clung to her without a name or status, willingly becoming her kept man.

She told him he was crazy.

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

When he learned her true identity, his eyes reddened. "Was it fun, treating me like a bit of amusement?"

She said, "You could do it, so why can't I?"

Much later, he walked the same path she had, tasted all the bitterness she had endured, and came before her with his heart in his hands. "I don't want riches or high office. I don't want my title as heir, and I don't want any of the capital's noble ladies. I only want you to amuse yourself with me. Will you?"