Cirrus

Before she met Jian Shichu, Ye Qingci had always been a jinx. After meeting Jian Shichu, the heavens seriously told her there was no such thing as most jinxed, only more jinxed!

She had hardly agreed to Jian Shichu's request to bear him a child, a spitting image of him, and begged to be spared further trouble.

The gentleman just raised an eyebrow, "You're thinking too much! One child is not enough. You need to give birth to at least a whole soccer team!"

Ye Qingci: ...Jian Shichu, why don't you go marry a sow!

Rumors had it that the devastatingly beautiful and rich Seventh Master Jian had no interest in women. It was later that Ye Qingci found out he was just not interested in any woman but her.

Domineering Marriage: Addicted to Pampering Wife

He had no other options, muttered a few pleasantries, bid farewell to Jian Shichu, and left the tea house.


Jian Shichu smoothly stood up and tilted his lips—did they really think they could play mind games with him with such meager tricks?


At night, after taking a bath and lying in bed, Jian Shichu hugged Ye Qingci into his arms, savoring the caress of Ye Qingci's skin, as smooth as silk.


This time every day was the happiest and most enjoyable for Jian Shichu.


No matter how tumultuous and chaotic it was outside, at this moment, it all dissipated into nothingness.


The only things left in his heart were warmth, tenderness, and satisfaction.


"The Old Master of the Jing Family came to see me today, wanting Ah Shun to acknowledge his ancestors and return to the clan," Jian Shichu said with his eyes closed, enjoying himself as he chatted with Ye Qingci.


Chapter 592 Reap What You Sow (3)_1