Caring Protagonist
The Second Male Lead Refuses Deep Affection
I transmigrated into the mistress of the Marquis’s Mansion, and my stepson was the devoted second male lead.
When he grew up, he would try to take the female lead by force and spend fortunes on her without blinking.
As for the male lead, he would sow discord, frame him, and set him up at every turn.
In the end, the male and female leads would join forces to defeat him.
He would flee into monastic life and never marry.
And the Marquis’s Mansion, implicated because of him, would be raided, stripped of its title, and tragically exiled.
After transmigrating, I looked at the tiny little thing in front of me, pretending to be obedient.
He wanted to grow gloomy and brooding? Absolutely not.
He was going to become sunny if it killed me. He wanted to squander money?
Absolutely not. I had to raise him into a stingy, family-minded model of virtue.
I was definitely going to protect the vast fortune of the Marquis’s Mansion.
Later, everyone said I threw money around like dirt and lived in arrogant, extravagant luxury.
My stepson refuted them.
“Nonsense. My mother is the most frugal, capable, virtuous, and dignified woman there is. She sponsored so many scholars with money she saved up herself. Could you do that?”
Someone said my methods were ruthless and that I acted like a man.
My stepson’s face turned cold.
“My mother is gentle, virtuous, and the very soul of benevolence. She clearly could have just robbed you outright, yet she still gave you a chance to compete fairly. You’re the one who was useless. Utter trash.”
Even his father couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Son, open your eyes and take a good look. Your mother is not the kind of person who lets herself be wronged.”
My stepson flew into a rage.
“Father, don’t force me to turn against you. You can say whatever you want about me, but you absolutely cannot say that about my mother.”
After Returning to My Wealthy Family, I Found My Siblings Were Little Demons
The year I turned seventeen, my wealthy birth parents brought me home.
They hemmed and hawed before saying, “You also have a twin brother and a younger sister, but they…”
Judging by their attitude, I understood at once.
My brother and sister probably weren’t going to welcome me.
But in the next second, the door was pushed open, and a flamboyant figure strode in.
His hair was dyed a bright red, and he said with cheerful swagger, “So this is my little sis, huh? I dyed my hair red just to celebrate you coming home. Festive enough for you?”
Behind him followed a little girl with side-swept bangs, holding pomelo leaves, a peachwood sword, and yellow talismans.
“Sis, I got these from a master specially for you. They’ve even been consecrated. They’ll drive away all your bad luck!”
“…”
Every family has its own difficult story. Mine had two volumes.
Picking Mulberries
In the third month after our wedding, Shao Zhi took me back to Luoyang to pay respects to his clansmen. Along the way, he carefully explained the web of interests within his clan.
When he mentioned his eldest brother, his face filled with pride.
“My eldest brother is a very good man. He taught me riding and archery himself! ”
Now he serves in Luoyang as the Central Army Commander.
He is the one we are going to meet today.
” I hated Luoyang. There, someone had once forced me to drink a ladle of water from the Luo River and swear an oath: from then on, we would each marry another and never disturb each other again. Clutching the konghou in my arms, I only lowered my head and tried to refuse. ”
Ah Zhi, I was once a music courtesan.
I fear I might sully your honored brother’s eyes and ears.
It would be better if I did not meet him…
” Shao Zhi gathered me into his arms with pity and held my hand, telling me not to worry. ”
He won’t mind. I’ll secretly tell you a bit of gossip about my brother.
Before he married my sister-in-law, he once turned the whole world upside down over a music courtesan who played the konghou.
Later, afraid my sister-in-law would grow jealous, he forced that courtesan to drink from the Luo River and swear that they would each marry another and never disturb each other again.
“Besides, you are my wife now, and you play a fine twenty-three-string konghou. For my sake, my brother is sure to like you.”