Yao Yao Xian Er

Forced out by her step-mother, she was driven to desperation and had no way of surviving other than to sign herself away and marry herself into a rich and influential family. 
Three years into the marriage, her wealthy husband had spoiled her to heavens. 
The only problem was that they had no inheritors in their family. 
Inside the luxurious mansion, Pei Qiqi angrily threw a stack of newspaper onto the man, “The article is claiming that I am a hen who cannot lay eggs! But Tang Yu, it’s you who has issues!”
The man put down the newspaper and agreed to what his young wife was saying, “Why would they write false information? Your zodiac is the pig!”
“Tang! Yu!” She stomped her feet out of anger.
The man grinned, “So what we have no kids? You are my little baby.”
Pei Qiqi thought, how did this scene change so fast! 


Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

    of course, she hadn't gained any weight since she was sick, and there were only two or three days left until the new year.


  she was almost fully recovered, but her body was still very weak. her small face was sharp and thin, and it was easily buried in her black hair.


  Qin mo reached out and gently held her wrist.


  there were many needle marks there because of the iv drip over the past few days. there was a faint blue on the back of her white hand, which made one's heart ache.


  his heart ached for her, and he laid down beside her with his clothes on. it was warm after a while, and he reached out to pull the small and fragile little thing into his arms.


  he huan did wake up for a moment, but she quickly closed her eyes again, her little face resting in his arms.


Fragile, sickly, and weak (3)