Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Li Mo'er shook her head. She no longer harbored any illusions about being able to go back immediately. She would just do her job day by day and still had to earn money.

Seeing everyone rushing in one direction, Li Mo'er pulled Li Lin, who was standing to the side, aside and asked, "Er Gouzi, where are they going?"

Li Lin tiptoed and peered into the distance. "It looks like they're heading towards Feihua Pavilion."

"Feihua Pavilion?" Li Mo'er thought it was a brothel like those in ancient times. She was still wondering if the local customs were so open? Why would a brothel open with such a grand display?

"They were the scholars who had attended private schools. They were there, um... what were they doing? Anyway, they were just talking in a language that I couldn't understand."

Seeing that Li Mo'er didn't understand, Li Lin enthusiastically explained that although she didn't quite understand either, that was roughly the idea, and the key was that she couldn't remember it either.

"Ah! Right, they call it reciting poems and composing couplets!"

Li Lin slapped his forehead and finally remembered.

Reciting poems? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble? Although she wasn't well-read and couldn't recite all three hundred Tang poems fluently, she still knew the classics.

Li Mo'er recalled reading time-travel novels, where she despised those who used the achievements of ancient poets as their own. In the end, she was forced to become one of those people herself.

Li Mo'er immediately pulled Li Lin to Feihua Pavilion. Everyone on the street was rushing to Feihua Pavilion, and they only needed to follow the flow of people.

To prevent getting separated, Li Mo'er clung tightly to Li Lin's sleeve. If she were to get lost, she would truly have nowhere to stay.

Li Mo'er is a typical single-celled organism, especially when it comes to finding directions. Back when she had a cell phone, she could still drive around in circles by following the navigation, let alone now.

Through the gaps in the crowd, Li Mo'er, being petite, was swept along, clinging tightly to Li Lin, without even having a chance to ask her question.

Finally, we arrived at Feihua Pavilion, a two-story pavilion. The three large characters "Feihua Pavilion" on the plaque gleamed in gold, written in a vigorous and elegant style, demonstrating the high level of skill of the calligrapher.

Unlike other shops in the area, Feihua Pavilion also has a plaque on each side of its door, like couplets posted during the Spring Festival. However, strangely, the plaque on the right is blank, without a single word.

Excuse me, could you please move aside?

"Excuse me, could you please move aside? Thank you."

"Sister Mo'er, slow down, I can't get through."

……

Li Mo'er, with her petite frame, pulled Li Lin through the crowd of onlookers.

"Phew~ We've finally reached the front."

Only after reaching the front row did Li Mo'er let go of Li Lin's hand and begin to regulate her breathing; she had felt like she was suffocating inside.

Li Mo'er looked Fei Hua Pavilion up and down, her brows furrowing.

Damn it, I've become illiterate. How come this isn't simplified Chinese?

Li Mo'er inwardly complained, wondering what sins she had committed to be sent here to undergo tribulation.

Before Li Mo'er could even ask, she heard Li Lin say beside her, "We've got a lucky day today; it's Fei Hua Pavilion's once-a-year doubling day."

"Double Day? Once a year?" Li Mo'er was a little puzzled. Indeed, Fei Hua Ge didn't seem like it had just opened. Who came up with this marketing method that resembled an anniversary celebration?

"Simply put, the Double Day means that if you can connect the poems hanging on the wall of Feihua Pavilion today, the money you receive will be doubled, but it's only valid for today." A gentle voice sounded beside Li Mo'er.

Shen Ziche wore a sky-blue robe, her long hair, half-tied up and adorned with a lake-blue ribbon, cascading over her shoulders. She wore a white veil, revealing bright and deep eyes.

Li Mo'er turned her head and her gaze fell on those deep eyes. She seemed to be able to smell the faint scent of ink on Shen Ziche's body.

What a handsome young man!

Li Mo'er nodded slightly to Shen Ziche to express her gratitude, but then suddenly remembered the nearly 300-pound woman from yesterday. She stiffly turned her head to face Li Lin, secretly glancing at Shen Ziche out of the corner of her eye, searching for his wife beside him, worried that she might be found.

Li Lin didn't notice Li Mo'er's unusual behavior and simply echoed Shen Ziche's words, "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean."

Before Li Mo'er could find anyone who resembled the male protagonist, her attention was drawn to Li Lin's voice; she simply had too many questions.

"Er Gouzi, what do you think is the purpose of building this Feihua Pavilion? Is it just to give money to scholars?"

"Of course not. How could someone have so much money that they'd give it away to someone else? It seems that Feihua Pavilion is here to find a wife for the young master of the Shen family."

Li Mo'er stroked her chin thoughtfully, thinking, "Isn't this similar to the old-fashioned embroidered ball marriage proposal?"

"Hmm... Er Gouzi, has that young master of the Shen family found his wife yet?"

Li Lin shook his head, turned to look at Li Mo'er, and found that she was studying the poem on the door and not looking at him, so he opened his mouth to answer.

"Not yet, it's been several years, and I don't know if we can find one this year."

"Oh? It's been several years? Is there some hidden illness, or is it a requirement for a woman to marry into the family?" Or maybe she's just too popular, but she didn't say it in the last sentence, for fear of attracting hatred.

Hearing this, Shen Ziche shook his head helplessly. If A-Cen were here, she would probably argue with this woman.

Actually, he noticed this woman from the very beginning, and his gaze was always unconsciously drawn to her. Perhaps it was because she was too lively, which is why he answered when she asked him a question.

Shen Ziche recalled the eye contact with Li Mo'er just now, and his breath caught in his throat for a moment. Her eyes were so clear and bright. Although she was wearing coarse clothes, her temperament was different from that of a typical rough peasant girl.

He even thought that it would be nice if she were his wife.

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips under his veil lifted slightly, and his eyes rippled with emotion. However, when he thought of that rumor, he sighed softly.

“Sister Mo’er, it’s not because of these things,” Li Lin looked around and then whispered in Li Mo’er’s ear, “There are two young masters from the Shen family, and they are twins.”

Twins?

Seeing Li Lin's cautious demeanor, Li Mo'er unconsciously lowered her voice, "Then which young master is this Flying Flower Pavilion for?"

Li Lin held up two fingers and waved them slightly in front of her chest, afraid of being noticed.

One woman serving two husbands? No, no, they call it two husbands serving one woman.

Li Mo'er found the thought of it exciting and couldn't help but hug her arms tightly.

It's rare for two brothers to marry the same woman if they both love each other, let alone for three brothers to love each other.

Shen Ziche had been keeping an eye on Li Mo'er and Li Lin. He saw Li Lin's gesture and Li Mo'er's actions.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly. He should have expected this outcome. The most ridiculous thing was that he had actually had a sliver of hope just now, thinking that this woman was extraordinary.