I Wake Up Three Years in the Future, and the Cold-Blooded Powerful Official Dotes on His Wife Every Day

Jiang Qiyue was born with a bewitching allure.

With a smile, she bent the backbone of the Lu family's second son, making the most refined young master of the most respectable family willing to shatter the clan rules on his knees just to marry her.

Lu Xun watched the farce with cold eyes.

He was a powerful minister at court, with a sage's features concealing a heart of steel. More than anything, he despised women who brought ruin to men.

Until, amid rumpled robes beneath the hibiscus canopy, Jiang Qiyue stepped barefoot over the moonlight scattered across the floor, only for him to grip her ankle and pull her back into the covers.

Everyone said Lord Lu was proper and restrained, a strict adherent to etiquette. But no one knew...

He would hold his younger brother's beloved captive in his arms, his calloused hand inching over her waist beneath her clothes again and again:

"Has he ever kissed you here?"

And, right in front of the second son of the Lu family, bite her earlobe and chuckle:

"Tell him, who was crying and begging for mercy last night?"

Jiang Qiyue: Men just love fighting over what's theirs.