Ba Yunjiao

After returning from her maternal grandparents' home, Yun Jiao lived cautiously, wanting only for herself and her birth mother, Concubine Qian, to survive in peace in the deadly inner household. But someone had to ruin everything, killing her mother and the child she carried.

The murder of her mother was a wound that pierced her to the bone. A blood debt must be paid in blood, and she would never rest until it was settled!

The young man pushed open the door, his face alight with a warm smile and that same frank, carefree youthful spirit as always.

He opened his arms and called softly to her, “Xiaojiu.”

She had been drinking. Eyes blurred with wine, she stumbled into his embrace, sobbing as she pounded his chest. “You finally came back. I really thought you were dead...”

After they married.

At the table, she propped her chin on one hand and smiled at him. “Your sister-in-law was hinting at something just now.”

“What was she saying?” A flicker of amusement crossed his eyes. He knew exactly what she meant, but played along and asked anyway.

She pressed her lips together, smiled, and pushed the wine cup beside her toward him. Suppressing a laugh, she put on a coy voice: “If you mean it, dear brother-in-law, then drink this half-cup of wine.”

He paused, then reached for her with a laugh. “You little Xiaojiu, now you'll say absolutely anything!”

She had been ready for that. Laughing, she dodged him and ran to the doorway, turning back to look at him triumphantly.

He lifted her cup and drained it in one gulp, gazing at her with bright eyes. “I don't drink from anyone else's cup.”

He'd been saving himself to drain hers.

Note: This story has no golden finger. The heroine is a native of this world, with no transmigration or rebirth. The early part isn't a wish-fulfillment story, but the later part is sweet and romantic. If that's not your thing, don't click.