Springtime on the Couch

In her previous life, Shi Wenzhu honored her betrothal and married into the Lu family, becoming the wife of Lu Mai, the eldest grandson of the family’s main branch. She cared for her husband, trod carefully in their grand, imposing residence, and devoted herself to managing the household, all in the hope that she and her husband could treat each other with respect. But all her sincere devotion earned her was Lu Mai sending her to a grave in the wilderness.

Reborn, she no longer wants to endure the cruelty of her cold-hearted mother-in-law or Lu Mai’s schemes. She refuses to live as if she were falling into an abyss, and resolves to sever their past ties and send Lu Mai to a living hell where he’ll be devoured alive.

The Lu family has a fifth uncle, the legitimate son of the Marquis of Jingyuan and the powerful commander of the Black-Clad Guard. At thirty, he is still a bachelor.

On a snowy day, snow turns her black hair white. Warm tears fall on the gilded words as she kneels, her voice trembling but resolute: “Uncle, I will never marry you.”

The man’s expression is cold, his voice utterly calm. “Do you understand that this marriage isn’t something you can accept or reject as you please?”

“I... I’ll marry you.”

Their meeting had been a chance encounter, but that frail yet resilient silhouette was branded into Lu Xuan’s heart. He reached out and pulled her from the mud, his breath hot. “Once you’ve decided, there’s no turning back.”

Everyone says Lu Xuan is ruthless, but only Shi Wenzhu has seen the fervent love he bears her in the dead of night.

He clears every obstacle from her path and shelters her beneath his wings, giving her all his tenderness and possessiveness when no one else is around.

But when she learns that from the very beginning, he had carefully plotted to take her by force, Shi Wenzhu is finally afraid and flees in the dead of night.

Yet amid the swirling snow, he blocks her way with his embroidered spring saber. The blade glints against the snow, possessiveness surging in his eyes. “Shi Wenzhu, you shouldn’t have run.”