Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

The crickets are chirping, the cicadas are chirping, and the late summer night is restless.

Yan Xin's heart is also very noisy.

The eight red roses are placed beside the bed, delicate and fragrant.

The buds of local roses in Yicheng are small and thin. It was the first time she had seen such a big flower bud.

The fragrant fragrance of flowers could not soothe her irritability.

"...What do you mean?" she asked Jing Yuanzhao, her tone a bit stiff.

She was determined to fight it out, so why did he change his mind again?

It was unsettling and unsettling, and Yan Xin just wanted to end it as soon as possible.

Jing Yuanzhao held her in his arms. His muscular arms were very strong and he held her tightly: "Zhu Zhu'er, I want to marry you as my wife."

Yan Xin frowned slightly.

"What do you mean?" she asked again.

"'Marry you to be my wife', don't you understand this sentence?" Jing Yuanzhao laughed.

When he smiled, there was a deep dimple in his left cheek, making his smile particularly contagious and sincere.

Yan Xin looked at him: "Where is Yan Wanwan?"

Jing Yuanzhao's smile froze.

He thought that his plan might not go smoothly. If it doesn't go well, he's going to do evil.

He has always shown no respect for gods, no fear of heaven and earth, and does not care about karma and retribution. He only does things according to his own will.

Killing the woman who had saved his life just because she refused to break off the marriage - a marriage he had personally agreed to, was unreasonable anywhere.

What would Yan Xin think of him after hearing this?

Jing Yuanzhao suddenly felt a little afraid: he was afraid that Yan Xin would know.

If Yan Wanwan is really uncivilized to the point where she refuses to break off the engagement even if it means life or death, Jing Yuanzhao will definitely kill her.

However, she was kind to him after all, and this matter had to be kept hidden so that Yan Xin could not know about it.

She will be chilled.

Jing Yuanzhao didn't want her to be disappointed in him, so he didn't want to mention his poisonous plot against Yan Wanwan.

He just said lightly: "I have my own arrangements for her. She will have her own status, so you don't have to worry."

Yan Xin lowered her eyelashes.

She was silent.

Jing Yuanzhao raised her face: "Zhu Zhu'er."

"I don't want a divorce, and I don't want to be your wife, no matter what kind of wife she is." When Yan Xin raised her eyes, her eyes were cold and hard.

——The Jing family has ready-made examples.

Marry two wives, both of them are wives.

The Qing Gang has made another bad start. No matter how many wives they marry, they no longer call them concubines. They are all carried in dragon and phoenix sedans and are called "masses".

The world is changing, and the previous rules and morals are crumbling.

Yan Xin mentioned before dinner that the eldest son of the Qing Gang, Zhou Junwang, became the leader of the Qing Gang. Later, he married three wives, all of whom were "wives".

But actually?

The two wives of the Jing family under the military government, the second wife is obviously treated as a "concubine": she cannot live with the governor or go out with the governor.

There is a big courtyard in the West Mansion, a comfortable life, and a large number of children. The nominal second wife is just a false name compared to the actual concubine and concubine.

Yan Xin, don’t be like this!

She can't get into this situation!

She will never get divorced even if she dies.

A person's situation can be changed; if a person's reputation is ruined, it is difficult to restore it.

Reputation is very delicate. It is difficult and long to build, but it collapses in just a moment.

Yan Xin does not want to be a concubine or an outside wife.

Jiang Siqiao is terrible, and Yan Xin hates him too. But even if she doesn't get divorced, she will always be a married woman, and she has preserved her dignity.

Yan Xin has lived two lives, and she knows very well that in the future, poverty will be laughed at, but prostitution will be laughed at, and many women will not care about reputation.

Compared with that pitiful status, it is not as useful as the actual benefits-many ladies want to be concubines for powerful people, but they all look away.

Yan Xin couldn't look away.

She is the young miracle doctor of the Yan family, and she is the sixth daughter of the Yan family who was cultivated by her grandfather. No matter how useless the reputation is, Yan Xin must firmly uphold it.

"...Say it again!" Jing Yuanzhao heard her answer and saw her face sinking slightly, and his breathing became tighter. "I told you, I will handle Yan Wanwan."

"I also told you, I will not divorce." Yan Xin faced his anger, "I can be your slut, but I need a fig leaf, Jing Yuanzhao, I will not divorce."

Jing Yuanzhao was so angry that he bit her lip hard.

He kissed her bitingly.

Yan Xin was pushed on the bed by him without any resistance, like a corpse that was still warm.

Destiny crushed her over and over again, and she didn't care about any more embarrassment.

Jing Yuanzhao stopped for a while, turned over her, and lay beside her.

He held her in his arms and went no further.

He didn't move, Yan Xin raised her face slightly to look at him.

He kissed her forehead again.

"Let's not talk about this." Jing Yuanzhao said, "We'll talk about it after I've taken care of it."

Yan Xin didn't move.

Jing Yuanzhao gently pecked her lips again.

He was in a turbulent mood, but his words were gentle: "Zhu Zhu'er, I like you very much."

"Ah."

"I want you to be emotional too." He added, "One day, you will like me too."

Yan Xin listened quietly.

In this world, "love" is the most tormenting thing.

Once upon a time, after she lost her grandmother, she cut off contact with her natal family, and her son was her only blood relative.

She loves him.

She abides by her duties as a mother, educates her son properly, considers his future, and loves him very much in her heart.

Her feelings are too dedicated and deep, and she thinks about her son in everything.

When her son "betrayed" her, she felt that the city she had built for more than ten years was broken down in an instant.

She collapsed.

In this life, Yan Xin doesn't love anyone.

She will be kind to the people around her, but she never wants to put anyone at the forefront of her heart.

Some people are destined to be lonely, only themselves, without any ties.

Therefore, she doesn't care about anyone except herself.

She doesn't want children, and she won't fall in love with a man.

"I will never like you." Yan Xin breathed out slowly, "I will never like you."

Jing Yuanzhao hugged her tightly.

His arms were so tight that he almost choked her.

She still had no reaction.

She just let him hold her.

"Zhu Zhu'er, the days are long." Jing Yuanzhao's voice was low and sad, "You don't have to like me, just stay by my side. As long as you are by my side."

"Yes, liking doesn't mean anything." Yan Xin said.

If you eat a dish for a long time, you will get tired of it.

A long-term and stable relationship depends not on liking, but on mutual respect.

Respect is the basis of love.

Yan Xin didn't respect Jing Yuanzhao, he was a villain; Jing Yuanzhao didn't respect Yan Xin either, she was just a flower he saw at a casual glance, and he would pick it off if he liked it, regardless of whether the flower lived or died.

Their relationship is meaningless.

It's frivolous and shallow.

It can be replaced by anything.

In a few months, a gorgeous singer will come, and Jing Yuanzhao may not be able to remember who Yan Xin is.

be patient.

When you can't beat it, patience is the only way out.

Yan Xin thought so, her heart gradually became silent, and she fell asleep.

Jing Yuanzhao listened to her gentle and even breathing, and his impetuous mood gradually calmed down.

He hugged her and fell asleep.

Later in the night, Jing Yuanzhao woke up suddenly when he noticed Yan Xin pushing him.

He sleeps alert.

Yan Xin did not wake up. She was just hugged by him, it was too hot, and she was sweating all over her face.

Jing Yuanzhao picked up the banana fan on the bedside table and gently blew her wind in the middle of the night, allowing her to have a good sleep.