Fifth Year as a Concubine

When Qingli was young, she was beautiful and delicate, with rosy cheeks and a perfectly carved face. Although she grew up in a poor alley, no one dared to bully her. This was all thanks to her formidable elder brother, Meng Qingshan. He was stern and ruthless to others, but doted on her endlessly, providing her with better clothes and food than even ordinary young ladies.

Her adoptive mother would often chide him, "Are you making up for something in a past life?"

She would smile and lean on him, soft and content with everything.

However, after five years of being mired in the mud, forced to navigate treacherous currents and contend with open attacks and hidden schemes, her heart grew cold and hardened. The world seemed utterly tasteless.

Her steps were heavy. When she saw him again, he had become a powerful general, highly influential and capable of wielding great power in court.

She suddenly harbored a new ambition, forgetting the causes and effects of the world, and the existing feud between them. With ulterior motives, she concealed her inner resentment. Her eyes, clear as stars, misted over as she pitifully called out, "Brother..."

She hoped to rekindle the affection from their childhood. She succeeded, receiving even more luxury and favor than before, adorned with fine silks and jewels.

Once her objective was achieved, she departed with resolute words, "We owe each other nothing."

Suddenly, his eyes turned crimson, staring intensely at her. After a moment, the proud man knelt before her, "I wronged you in the past life, and I repay it in this one. If I wrong you in this life, I will repay it in the next."

"This life is not about the next. Speaking of the past, I still have debts to repay. How can I possibly let you go!"

Her skirt hem was pressed beneath his knees. She could only spat resentfully, "Scoundrel!"

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Ye Yunfu and Jiang Yizhou were coincidentally betrothed. The day before, she had vowed to never interact with him again.

She had been in business for a long time and comforted herself that after marriage, they would at best be like ice to each other. She could handle it.

But she never expected the upright gentleman to wield a gentle knife. "The soup on the table tastes..." he said, shallowly tasting it. "It’s not as good as the old recipe."

She quickly called back the old cook, unable to admit that her pretense of cooking soup before was to use him to disgust her cruel stepmother with a kind face.

"This pastry is too sweet."

She privately instructed her maids to buy from outside shops from now on.

"This inkstone is a treasure. My wife's heart for me is as evident as the sun and moon."

It was a replica. Ye Yunfu really couldn't stand his ardent gaze and shyly threw herself into his arms, physically preventing him from mentioning it again.

"This prayer bead has a strong fragrance, my wife is truly..."

"This jade..."

Ye Yunfu's waist was about to break, but seeing the fake goods he took out daily, she closed her eyes, made a big decision, and decided to confess. But as soon as she opened her mouth, she was blocked by his thin lips, the fiery kiss swallowing her words, leaving only soft whimpers.