Chapter 2
Chapter 2
On our wedding night, I met Lin Qiao for the first time.
He was tall and handsome, with a gloomy cast to his features. Even when he was giving me the choice of how I wanted to die, his tone remained remarkably gentle.
I asked, “Can I choose to die of pleasure?”
His gentleness vanished instantly. He cursed me, calling me shameless.
I replied, “Oh? Is this not just a bit of marital roleplay?”
Seeing that I wasn’t going to cooperate, he lost his patience. He picked up a cup of poisoned wine and prepared to force it down my throat.
It was almost laughable. He clearly had no idea what I was capable of.
I had been clever since childhood.
When my father hired tutors to teach my elder sister and me music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, I surpassed her in every single discipline.
My legal mother was displeased. She insisted I was in poor health and sent me to train under my eldest brother’s martial arts master instead.
Martial arts training was grueling and bitter.
I no longer had the energy to spare for my previous studies, so my academic performance slipped.
Furthermore, my skin became tanned from the sun and my hands grew rough.
My legal mother was smug, believing she had neutralized me without shedding a drop of blood.
Little did she know, this was all part of my plan.
What was the use of being a master of the arts? When faced with danger, could one recite an essay and hope the enemy would die of shame?
Take right now, for instance.
As Lin Qiao tried to force the poisoned wine on me, I cried out, “No, please don’t!” with feigned terror. But the moment he drew close, I knocked him unconscious with a single strike to the neck.
When Lin Qiao woke up, he found himself stripped naked and tied to the bed.
He was both humiliated and infuriated. “You shameless woman! What do you think you’re doing? I’m telling you, even if you have my body, you’ll never have my heart!”
Who wanted that useless thing?
I began pouring aphrodisiac wine down his throat.
Thinking it was poison, he cursed me at first, then begged for mercy, and finally started crying from sheer terror.
And here I thought he was a tough guy.
Speaking of tough…