Transmigrated into My Husband's Moonlight White

Fu Heng is someone you do not want to cross. In his life, the one thing he has never known how to do is show women tenderness.

Once, a foolish maid climbed into his bed. Fu Heng ordered her dragged straight into the courtyard and beaten to death.

Fu Heng stood beneath the veranda, his face cold. Leaning against the railing, he cast a lazy glance at the maid, beaten until she was a bloody mess. His expression was indifferent, his eyes full of impatience.

"Beat her to death, then throw her out to feed the dogs."

After that, no one dared set their sights on General Fu again.

Until one day, word spread that the general had taken a childhood friend and cousin as his new favorite. Some people refused to believe it, declaring, "How could someone as cold-hearted as General Fu have a woman he loves? His wife died a horrible death, and he didn't shed a single tear."

Half a month later, at a palace banquet, a maid saw the cold-faced killing god kneeling on the ground, massaging a woman's ankle. His voice was gentle. "Does it still hurt?"

The woman said petulantly, "It's none of your business."

Fu Heng paused. He lifted his eyes, dark as ink, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"Chuchu, be good."

Shen Chuchu: You might not believe me, but I'm the general's wife who died that horrible death!