Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

Secondly, there are also a lot of troubles in the Marquis' Mansion... Without a legitimate son, his father and grandmother will definitely not be able to get along. He now only has a illegitimate son. The easiest way to have a legitimate son without marrying a wife or a concubine is to promote Bai Wanting to be the legal wife.

Regardless of whether the Marquis' Mansion agrees with this method, Li Mofu knows that they will definitely make a fuss and then ignore everyone.

Lu Mingyun had a headache because of this matter, so much so that he thought about eloping.

Of course that was impossible. Not to mention whether they could escape or not, Li Mofu's body was not capable of enduring the hard times.

Thinking this way, Lu Mingyun felt that the future for him and Li Mofu was bleak.

"Ugh."

Lu Mingyun sighed 108 times today. He looked out the window with a pen in hand. The sun was shining brightly and the greenery was lush. The more lively it seemed, the more Lu Mingyun wanted to sigh.

Eleven, who was standing behind Lu Mingyun, looked at his young master in confusion, who looked sad and depressed. But it was clearly summer now. Could it be that the young master was going crazy due to the heat?

"...Master, would you like some cold tea?" Eleven asked, scratching his head.

Lu Mingyun glanced at Eleven, pursed his lips, sighed, and turned back to continue writing. He wondered in his heart why he still wanted him to drink cold tea when his heart had already turned cold. It was really inconsiderate.

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On the other side, Li Mofu had no idea that Lu Mingyun had already thought about their future without his knowledge, and it was not a satisfactory one.

If he knew that Li Mofu could wake him up with a single punch, why would he still be in a state of confusion? And why would he elope? Didn't this narcissistic dog ever think about being rejected?

Perhaps Lu Mingyun had never thought that in his mind, Li Mofu was his, but Li Mofu was unwilling to accept him. So Lu Mingyun felt that what he had to do was to make Li Mofu accept him. In his eyes, the two of them should have been together.

Under Mo Yi's guidance, Li Mofu and Guozi came to a street that was not often visited. There were mostly hotels, pharmacies, and restaurants here. No wonder Li Mofu didn't come here often before.

"Is there really a very good dim sum restaurant here?" Why was Li Mofu so unconvinced?

"This is the street Mozhu told me about. Look, sir! The one in front is the stage for performing operas!" Guozi said, pointing to the front, where there were many people carrying wood.

"Oh!" Li Mofu stared at it as he walked, "It's quite big."

This street is spacious, and the stage is set up on an open space parallel to the restaurants and hotels. If the audience arrives early, they may be able to sit in the front with a small stool. If they arrive late, they can only stand on the street to watch.

Guozi looked at the stage curiously, muttering, "When I was a kid, I was almost sent to a troupe to practice acting. Fortunately, the troupe owner disliked my lack of flexibility and didn't want me."

"Isn't it hard to practice acting?" Li Mofu asked curiously.

"Yes, it's very hard! Every child sent there cries. I heard that some even died from the training!" Guozi said in a low voice.

"......" Li Mofu's mind flashed with the short video clips of dancers he had seen before. There were all kinds of bending down, stretching the legs, and stretching. The women practiced in the same way as the men. It made Li Mofu's scalp tingle.

It hurts, it hurts just looking at it.

"When you get to Mr. Li, this is the store." Mo Yi reminded as he walked in front.

Li Mofu then remembered that he was here to eat dragon beard pastry, so he shook off the chilling image that had just come to his mind and said, "Let's go in and try it."

The dragon beard pastry here is quite good, and it tastes like what Li Mofu had when he was a child, but it is still different. This may be because Li Mofu's memory beautifies the scenes that he thinks are beautiful.

That day, Li Mofu returned to the yard carrying a small bag of dragon beard cakes. The afternoon sun was so strong that he had to squint even with a hat on.

Perhaps God heard Li Mofu's plea, and it rained the next day.