Male superiority and female superiority: forced love

Hanshan Villa

Xiang Wanrong sat in the carriage for a long time before entering.

Except for Lu Huaisi, who rushed to Wangxizong early in the morning to make some extra money, and Yue Buyu, the current prince's tutor, all other sons and husbands were present.

Just when he caught a glimpse of Wei Yanli's figure, he wanted to ask about the relocation of Qingfeng Pavilion, but was suddenly stopped by Shen Qinghuan and called into the house.

Of all her husbands, this man was the one that killed her the most. Every single hair on his body could make her feel utterly smitten. Back then, it took her five years and the destruction of a city to finally be able to hold his hand. Now, over twenty years later, his charm remained the same, and he became even more masculine. The more she looked at him, the more she loved him.

"What do you want to tell me?" Xiang Wanrong threw herself into her husband's arms. Today, he wore a crescent-white brocade robe, his long black hair tied up in a half-bun with a simple blue silk thread. He had a cool and unworldly aura, as handsome as a snow lotus on a mountaintop, like the bright moon in the night sky, unattainable. Even after so many years of flying like a phoenix, the sight of him still made her heart pound like a deer.

"Tingxue is sick." Shen Qinghuan hugged his wife on his lap and looked at her without blinking.

"Wasn't he fine yesterday? What's wrong with him?" When Xiang Wanrong heard that her son was sick, all the romantic thoughts in her mind disappeared. She got up from her husband's lap and sat on the chair next to her, looking at him seriously.

"When wine enters my heart, there is no way to dispel the sorrow - lovesickness." Shen Qinghuan poured her a cup of cold tea, as if he wanted to have a good chat with her.

He had mentioned this to Wanrong last time, but nothing happened. He knew then that this thing wasn't going to work. Who would have thought his son was such a stubborn person? Instead of giving up, he got even more deeply involved. Especially since he was carried home drunkenly by his brothers yesterday.

He had seen the Fifth Daughter-in-law's appearance; she was indeed incredibly beautiful. No wonder Tingxue thought about her day and night and couldn't sleep. If that was the case, he would ask again for him.

Xiang Wanrong understood perfectly. She sipped her tea, her mind racing over how to refuse. But as she did so, her gaze towards her husband suddenly became subtle. Without beating around the bush, she said bluntly, "To be honest, if Tingxue's future child could have the surname Xiang, then perhaps this matter could be discussed."

"What did you say?" Shen Qinghuan thought she had misheard and asked again.

"I said, if Tingxue's future child, that is, your grandson, can have the surname Xiang, this matter may still have room for improvement." Xiang Wanrong repeated seriously, but she saw Shen Qinghuan's eyes suddenly became sharp, and immediately added: "Don't glare at me, Dad means it."

When Shen Qinghuan heard it was his father-in-law's idea, he immediately gave up. The old man had always looked down on him, once scolding him for having only a pretty face to seduce his daughter. He was so angry that he didn't let go of his grudge and enter the Zhenbei Palace until his wife became pregnant.

Now that he's thinking about this again, what else is there to talk about? As for his son's illness, let him be sick if he wants to. It's better than getting angry to death.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled. Seeing her husband's uncompromising attitude, Xiang Wanrong didn't force it. Lao Wu was so protective of his wife that even if Qing Huan agreed, Yun Chi wouldn't. It would be her business then.

Having read this, he left quickly, ready to have a good chat with Junma about the relocation of Qingfeng Pavilion and the marriage of Hatsune and Shizhang.