The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Breakfast was already prepared in the kitchen, and he came over to ask Luo Qianmo when to serve it.

It's no wonder he wanted to do that, because Luo Qianmo's task for him that morning was to invite Fang Qingyou over for breakfast.

Fang Qingyou hadn't come out since entering Luo Qianmo's room, and he wasn't sure how long he would have to wait. He gave the two some time to talk and then waited outside the door.

If Luo Qianmo gives any instructions, he will hear them immediately.

Xuanhuang had been waiting silently, but couldn't help but ask when he heard the loud commotion inside the house.

It's no wonder he thought that way; the pain Luo Qianmo endured last night nearly took his life, so it's perfectly normal for him to suddenly faint today.

He's become used to these kinds of situations over the years.

After asking the question, Xuanhuang didn't receive a response from Luo Qianmo for a long time, and thought that he had really fainted and that Fang Qingyou was probably being treated.

Xuanhuang was wondering whether he should push open the door and go in to take a look.

Just then, a voice, barely suppressing its anger, roared from inside the house: "Get out!"

The rage frightened Xuanhuang so much that his body stiffened, and he immediately turned around and ran away as fast as he could.

Inside the room, both Luo Qianmo and Fang Qingyou's faces were flushed.

Luo Qianmo was furious. He had originally intended to continue his advances, but seeing Fang Qingyou's shy expression, he became even more certain that she had feelings for him, which intensified his possessiveness.

He wanted her to be his woman, and she could only be his woman.

However, all of this was interrupted by Xuanhuang.

That idiot keeps ruining his mood!

Fang Qingyou was terrified. If Xuanhuang saw her and Luo Qianmo like this, she would be in deep trouble no matter what. Although she seemed to be entangled with this man so much that she could hardly get away.

"Luo Qianmo, get up quickly." Fang Qingyou urged him. This man, even in such an emergency, was still steadily climbing on top of her.

Luo Qianmo was about to get up, but Xuanhuang's interruption ruined his mood, but it also helped him regain some of his composure.

He wanted Fang Qingyou to become his woman, but not in this place, not in this ambiguous situation, and certainly not before she had realized her own feelings.

He wanted her, he wanted her to truly be his woman, both in name and in fact.

However, Fang Qingyou's nervous appearance made Luo Qianmo change his mind.

Suddenly, he leaned down and planted a lingering, passionate kiss on her lips, only reluctantly pulling away when she could barely breathe.

Throughout the process, Fang Qingyou's body remained stiff, a mixture of shock, anger, and panic; she forgot to resist.

It wasn't until she saw his handsome face slowly leaving, reflected directly in her eyes, that all her emotions turned into anger.

"Luo Qianmo, you bastard!" Fang Qingyou really wanted to punch that stunningly handsome but bastardly face, but she couldn't, not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't, because her hand was held down by Luo Qianmo's hand.

Luo Qianmo held Fang Qingyou's hand, a wicked smile curving his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes, but his tone was more serious than ever before: "Youyou, I will take responsibility for you. You will be the only woman in my life."

Fang Qingyou was suddenly stunned. Luo Qianmo's words seemed to have a magical power, repeating themselves in her ears.

The sound waves seemed to resonate deep within her heart.

In an era of polygamy, it was absolutely shocking for a man to marry only one wife.

Even in the Gu family, a prominent family with strict discipline where men were only allowed to marry one wife, there was still a condition for a lifelong monogamous relationship.

That is, within three years, the wife must give birth to an heir for her husband, and within five years, the wife must give birth to a son for her husband.

If the daughter-in-law of the Gu family cannot do this, then the men of the Gu family can marry another woman, and that woman will not be a concubine, but a wife of equal status with the first wife.

In Fang Qingyou's view, such conditions meant that the Gu family was treating women as mere reproductive tools.

However, in the eyes of women of this era, the Gu family was the best possible destination, so many women were desperate to marry into the Gu family.

Yes, everyone can intuitively judge whether fighting one woman or fighting a whole courtyard of women is more or less important.

Moreover, that woman might not even appear. As long as she can conceive, she can have her husband for life without worrying about anyone competing with her for him.

That's why Fang Qingyou felt so pitiful and pathetic.

Fang Qingyou held the attitude of "better to die a glorious death than live a shameful life," preferring not to marry at all rather than share her husband with another woman.

She thought that being with one person for life was a fantasy of this era, but she never expected that there would actually be a man willing to do so for her.

This person was Luo Qianmo, whom she believed would almost never love only one person.

Fang Qingyou didn't want to believe Luo Qianmo, but the seriousness and determination in his eyes touched her heart, making her want to believe him involuntarily.

I wouldn't say I completely believe it, but I'm not that doubtful either.

As Fang Qingyou stared blankly at Luo Qianmo, Luo Qianmo gently climbed off her, took out a jade pendant that was a vibrant green, and gently tied it around her waist.

His voice was indifferent, yet it seemed to contain endless tenderness: "Youyou, this jade pendant is a token of our love that I gave you. Please believe in my sincerity. When we return from the south, I will marry you, okay?"

This jade pendant is the very one that Luo Qianmo first gave to Fang Qingyou, the one that countless people mistakenly believe to be their token of love.

So, is this a case of falsehood becoming reality, or a self-fulfilling prophecy?

A strange light flashed in Fang Qingyou's eyes. She blinked repeatedly, almost thinking she was hallucinating. But no matter how many times she blinked, Luo Qianmo's handsome face was still in front of her, and she was still met with his affectionate eyes.

Once she realized she had never heard of it, Fang Qingyou was completely dumbfounded.

Is Luo Qianmo running a fever today? Otherwise, why would he be talking nonsense like this?

Seeing that Fang Qingyou did not respond, Luo Qianmo's lips curled into a mischievous smile: "Youyou, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Whether it was Luo Qianmo's "Youyou" that was too sweet and cheesy, or his smile that was somewhat frighteningly wicked, Fang Qingyou shuddered, got goosebumps all over, and almost jumped up from the ground, shaking her head repeatedly: "I won't agree, I won't agree, I won't agree!!!"