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

What should he do next? How can he survive past the age of 21?

Li Mofu sighed as he thought about it. Mo Yi heard it from the side and pursed his lips. He felt that Li Mofu was being too pretentious.

He propped up his chin and looked outside the hall. The osmanthus trees in the yard were lush and green, and quilts and clothes were drying there. Nanny Liang and Guozi were sitting in the shade under the eaves, picking beans.

He is so boring.

Li Mofu took a sip of the ice drink. Today it was ice milk, which seemed to have tea and sugar added to it, giving it the taste of milk tea.

He has forgotten what milk tea tastes like. He only thinks it is fragrant and delicious.

As for the future, he was uncertain about nothing and could not guess anything except knowing the ending of the novel "Li Mofu".

He only knew that he seemed to be able to survive only by relying on the male protagonist's kindness and protection, otherwise he would surely die if he became useless.

But can the male protagonist really be trusted?

Li Mofu was reading a novel about a woman's house fighting. The male protagonist in the novel showed nothing but coldness and indifference towards the female protagonist, except for his interest and pity.

Does he really have to believe that the male protagonist will protect him in the end and even help him conceal the fact that his role has disappeared?

Li Mofu's expression was twisted with worry, and his eyebrows moved back and forth like two twisting earthworms.

Alas, it’s too difficult for someone with Lu Mingyun’s personality.

However, Li Mofu could also understand that if he was a person of Lu Mingyun's status, he would definitely be a heartless person.

After all, if you have so much and people come to you every day to give you good things, anyone would feel proud.

I don’t know if it was because Li Mofu was muttering about Lu Mingyun in his heart, but Lu Mingyun came running over after dinner.

"Where is Li Mofu?" Lu Mingyun brought Mo Zhu into the hall and asked when he saw Nanny Liang packing up.

Nanny Liang was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Master Li is reading in the study."

Lu Mingyun responded and went upstairs.

The last time I went outside the study, I could still hear Li Mofu's voice "commenting" on the storybook. Today it is much quieter, and the study door is still open.

Lu Mingyun walked in without knocking, "Mozhu, you stay outside."

"Yes." Mo Zhu responded and stood at the door and closed it.

In the study, Li Mofu was lying on the Luohan bed with his legs crossed, reading a book. He was wearing a skirt and shorts, and his crossed legs were shaking so much that both of his legs were almost exposed.

"Sir, what would you like to eat tomorrow?" Guozi took a pen and prepared to write down what he needed to buy tomorrow.

"I want to eat a big watermelon!" Li Mofu put down the book and said, then saw Lu Mingyun walking in, "Why are you here?"

Guozi turned around in surprise and quickly saluted when he saw Lu Mingyun, "Master."

"You step back first." Lu Mingyun said after looking at Guozi.

Guozi left as soon as he was told, leaving only Lu Mingyun and Li Mofu in the room.

Li Mofu sat up cross-legged and reached out to scratch his thigh that had just been bitten by a mosquito.

"Why don't you light incense?" Lu Mingyun looked at the place where Li Mofu had scratched him, leaving several scratches on his fair skin.

"I don't like it." Li Mofu said.

"The study should have been fumigated, so why did he get bitten?" Lu Mingyun sat down next to Li Mofu and asked naturally.

Li Mofu leaned on the armrest, supporting his chin and saying nothing. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. What do you want from me?"

After saying this, he was still muttering in his heart, this young master of the Marquis's Mansion is really unable to bear any pain, he even cares about being bitten by a mosquito.

Lu Mingyun was wearing a silk suit that was simple yet elegant. He looked at Li Mofu in confusion. He was just expressing his concern, so why was this person angry?

"...Well, I do have something to discuss with you." Lu Mingyun said, touching his nose.

Thinking about what he was going to discuss with Li Mofu next, he felt a little embarrassed and nervous.

"What?" Li Mofu narrowed his eyes. He had a bad feeling.

Lu Mingyun looked at Li Mofu, who had rolled up his sleeves to cool down, then looked away again. "You know about Aunt Bai, right?"