The young lady of the Liu family was thoroughly humiliated by Wei Li and ran away crying. She was wearing a pink and white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with exquisite makeup and her hair styled in a lingshe bun. Her originally bright face was now a mess.

When they ran out, they encountered Miss Xie and Miss Wang, who were dressed in their finest attire. They didn't seem to be there to talk to Zhao Xiheng; rather, they looked like they were going to a temple fair.

Not everyone is like General Song, who couldn't bear to let his daughter become a concubine.

Wei Li was young and handsome, and was at the height of his fame. He was one of the top figures who could contend for the Central Plains. Some people looked down on his concubines, while others thought it was a good opportunity to turn their families around.

Opportunities to see Wei Li send beauties are few and far between, and the chances to seize the opportunity of Zhao Xiheng's pregnancy to place her by Wei Li's side are even fewer. No matter how many beauties they send, none of them are as sincere as sending their own daughter.

Anyone with even a little bit of interest swarmed over.

The young woman was easily swayed. Her parents also praised Wei Li, saying how wonderful he was, and he suddenly seemed much more impressive. Especially since people admire strength, marrying a strong man was always better than marrying a mediocre coward.

Zhao Xiheng felt that it was understandable for people to seek advantage and avoid harm, but she had previously avoided Wei Li like the plague, and now that he had become successful, she was eager to send him over. This was really not a good look.

The tree she painstakingly nurtured, now someone wants to pluck its peaches. If Wei Li had dared to let that young lady Liu in just now, Zhao Xiheng would have immediately turned her back on him.

Fortunately, although Wei Li is a dog, dogs have their advantages; they make people feel at ease.

Zhao Xiheng played two more rounds, but suddenly felt it was pointless, so she put down her cards and went to sleep.

Imagine a bowl of noodles. You've worked hard to make it, and it smells delicious. But then someone who had no connection to you or the noodles comes up to you and says, "Can you share half of the noodles with me?"

His eyes clearly said, "I wish I could have it all," which made me so angry I wanted to throw my chopsticks.

Even though the bowl of noodles was still hers and not a single strand was missing, Zhao Xiheng still felt uncomfortable.

She is a low-key person, but she has a very strong possessive streak.

She may not say it, but she doesn't like her things being touched by others, or things that have been touched by others, no matter how precious they are, she doesn't care about them.

Wei Li is like this bowl of noodles. Someone covets him, and Zhao Xiheng feels uncomfortable. She wishes she could mark him so that no one else would covet him.

Wei Li tidied up the cards. "You were the one who said you wanted to play, and now you don't want to play anymore. Why are you so difficult to please?"

Zhao Xiheng didn't speak, just stared at him. Wei Li felt his hair stand on end from her gaze and couldn't help but raise his voice, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not wrong, you are just difficult to please."

She pounced on him and pinned him down.

Wei Li caught her with a pounding heart, holding her still frail body tightly. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? What if you fall?"

"Anyway, you'll definitely catch me." Zhao Xiheng sat down in his lap.

"You're just spoiled." Wei Li pinched her cheek hard. "What will you do next time when I'm not around?"

"You're definitely here," Zhao Xiheng muttered softly, pouting, her arms wrapped around his neck.

"I won't be here. So what if you fall and die?" Wei Li retorted.

"I'm here, I'm here." Zhao Xiheng, being a little temperamental, shook him.

The two of them argued about this without really understanding what it meant, but the young couple was really into it, and their arguments were all very affectionate and playful.

Zhao Xiheng still looked unhappy. Wei Li pressed his forehead against hers and pinched her cheek. "Why aren't you happy?"

"I'm pregnant now, do you want to take a concubine?" Zhao Xiheng asked him, her eyes watery, not joking. After all, when she was free, the two of them indulged in nightly revelry; Wei Li was lustful and clung to her relentlessly.

Wei Li shuddered. Zhao Xiheng was indeed tired of him and didn't want to be around him. Now she was using her pregnancy as an excuse to test him and get him to take a concubine so that she could distance herself from him and not be around him anymore.

He was usually foolish and ignorant, and he was always bothering her. She must have had enough and wished she could push him away to someone else to find some peace.

"Zhao Xiheng, who are you insulting? Even if you hate me and kicked me out to sleep with you, did I say anything to you? Now you're using this to insult me? I said I love you, and this is how you treat me? You want me to take a concubine? Do you treat my words like they're nothing?"

He snapped angrily, his voice rising, urgent and harsh, eager to show his loyalty, as if he wanted to shake Zhao Xiheng to see if she had any idea what was going on in her mind.

She didn't answer, but suddenly leaned in and gently licked his Adam's apple, then looked at him with innocent eyes.

Wei Li tensed up, his blood rushing to his head. He felt a mixture of love and hate, wanting nothing more than to strangle her. "What are you doing?"

"Don't think I'll forgive you just like that. We're not done with this. You're still badmouthing me." He kept rambling on and on.

Zhao Xiheng leaned in and kissed his lips, silencing him from saying anything more.

Wei Li felt a thunderous roar in his heart. This was the first time Zhao Xiheng had kissed his lips. He was stunned and forgot to say anything.

Zhao Xiheng bit his earlobe and breathed into his ear, "Great!"

"If you had dared to nod just now, I would have dumped you."

Of course she knew Wei Li's temperamental nature; if he said he loved her, he would never love anyone else. But she just wanted to provoke him and hear him say it himself.

Zhao Xiheng's words were very domineering, and Wei Li felt a strange sweetness in his heart. She wanted to possess him so much, did she also have feelings for him? After all, if she didn't like him, she wouldn't care even if he kept three thousand concubines.

His tone softened, tinged with a hint of self-satisfaction, "Of course, Zhao Xiheng, let me tell you, a man who only focuses on his body won't amount to anything. I'm a man who's achieved great things. Who says that success means taking a concubine? A man should also remain chaste and self-disciplined..."

Before Wei Li could finish speaking, Zhao Xiheng kissed him along his sharp chin, silencing him abruptly. Zhao Xiheng's slender white fingertips caressed his prominent Adam's apple, and her lips traced his chin before kissing the corner of his eye. "Want to?"

“Zhao Xiheng, stop messing around…” Wei Li’s voice trembled.

He wanted to, but given Zhao Xiheng's current state, he dared not. If he didn't go all the way, it would be... barely acceptable...

Zhao Xiheng drew circles on his Adam's apple with her fingertip, causing him to breathe rapidly, his Adam's apple to bob up and down, and his cheeks to flush. "The doctor said it will be fine in three months."

She leaned closer and whispered sweetly into Wei Li's earlobe, "Then be gentle."

Wei Li suddenly exploded, intertwining his fingers with hers as they fell onto the soft bedding. He eagerly tore at her clothes, and Zhao Xiheng cooperated, moaning softly and sweetly, stimulating Wei Li so much that his brain was flooded with blood and he couldn't remember anything.

In the end, it didn't work out because Zhao Xiheng quit.

Her clothes were mostly torn, revealing her alluring figure in a half-concealed state, and she suddenly said she couldn't take it anymore.

Wei Li was so angry that her hair almost stood on end. "You took the initiative just now, but now you're not letting me have it. Are you deliberately messing with me? Zhao Xiheng, I must be crazy to believe you."

He continued to relentlessly nibble at her neck, leaving red marks, trying to seduce her. He was so anxious that he was both agitated and coaxing her, his eyes red and his expression pleading. He was panting heavily, "Ah-dan, Ah-dan, please don't do this, please help me."

“You just said it yourself, a man who only cares about his body won’t amount to anything. You’re a man who’s destined for great things.” Zhao Xiheng smiled slyly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling. She reached out and pushed him away. “I don’t want to think about it anymore.”

"You're just making things difficult for me." Wei Li finally understood who had upset her today and was taking it out on him. "Did someone say something nonsense to you today? What kind of skill is it to take your anger out on me? If you're so good at dealing with me, go deal with them!"

Wei Li's tone unconsciously carried a hint of grievance, and his eyes reddened even more. Since Zhao Xiheng was not cooperating, he could not continue; hurting her further would be even more fatal.

He rolled over to take a cold shower, but Zhao Xiheng grabbed his collar. "No, please. I was wrong. Can you touch me?"

She lay languidly on the bed, her hair disheveled, her cheeks glistening with sweat, and a few strands of hair clinging to her temples, making her look exceptionally alluring.

Wei Li was easily dismissed and turned back.

This was the first time the two of them had done this, and Zhao Xiheng wasn't very skilled. Her neatly trimmed nails inevitably scratched him, causing him to groan incessantly, and his hand on her waist unconsciously tightened.

Zhao Xiheng looked up at him with flushed cheeks, then stopped what she was doing. "Take off your clothes and let me see your tattoos. I've never seen them all before."

"No...I won't show you..." Sweat dripped from his forehead as he urged, "Please continue."

Zhao Xiheng wiped her hands with a small garment beside her, calmly withdrew, covered herself with a thin blanket, and went down to take a bath: "Then you can do it yourself."

Wei Li's eyes and the corners of his eyes were red. Zhao Xiheng noticed that his eye sockets were also light-colored and would easily overflow with tears. Like now, he looked so pitiful.

"Let me see it, it's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh," Zhao Xiheng negotiated with him.

He stubbornly bit his lower lip and shook his head, "No..."

Wei Li had two bottom lines: one was not to let Zhao Xiheng know that he was the beast fighting slave, and the other was the tattoos on his body. Once these two bottom lines were removed, he would be completely naked in front of Zhao Xiheng and be reduced to dust.

He still wanted to have the courage and the face to face her.

Wei Li looked utterly pathetic, beads of sweat dripping down his sharp chin, his brows furrowed. Zhao Xiheng coughed lightly, "I really can't do anything with you."

Who taught her to be so soft-hearted?

Wei Li pondered that if Zhao Xiheng had a soft heart, she wouldn't have put him in this predicament tonight. It's because someone made her angry, and she took it out on him. What a wicked woman.

But his life was in Zhao Xiheng's hands. For the first time, he feigned compliance, stroking her cheek and praising, "A-Dan is so good, A-Dan, save me."