You Want Me to Be Just Your Concubine? Then Why Are You Crying Now That I’ve Married Someone Else?

After being poisoned and losing the use of his hands, Heir Gu was sent back to his ancestral hometown by his mother. Chun Jingshu took care of him for three years. Once he recovered from his illness, he placed first in the provincial imperial examination. On the day the results were posted, he took her innocent body, yet offered her no proper status or title. “It was merely a drunken pastime, nothing presentable. Why take it so seriously? In a few days, I will be returning to the capital.” People mocked her, saying that Gu Yujing favored his fair-skinned, beautiful fiancée-to-be, while a dark-skinned country girl like her, clung to him as she might, could only ever be kept on the side as a mistress. She left behind a letter cutting all ties and fled into the night. Later, Chun Jingshu changed her name and surname, entered a sham marriage, and cured her condition—no longer the dark-skinned girl she once was. When they crossed paths again, he did not recognize her, much less know that she had secretly given birth to his son. He only knew that this married woman before him occupied his thoughts night and day. She fled, and he pursued. “Heir Gu, I am already another man’s wife. Get the hell away from me.” “What a coincidence. That’s just my taste.” He pinned her against the carriage wall, kissing her lips with tender yearning. “I have more power than him, more influence than him, and I know how to cherish a woman. Why not take me instead?” He coaxed her, hovered around her, cajoled and coerced her, brazenly fighting and competing for her attention. Six years ago, she was the one left without a title; six years later, he clung to her without any standing, willingly serving as her kept man. She called him mad. He replied, “I was always a madman.” When he finally discovered her true identity, his eyes turned bloodshot. “Toying with me… was it fun?” She replied, “If you could do it, why can’t I?” Later still, having walked the path she once trod and tasted every bit of her bitter sorrow, he offered his whole heart to her. “I don’t want high office and rich emoluments. I don’t want the title of heir. I don’t want any noble lady of the capital. I only want you to toy with me a little… Would that be all right?” — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: You Want Me to Be Just Your Concubine? Then Why Are You Crying Now That I’ve Married Someone Else? — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠