My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

The red lanterns hanging from the eaves illuminate the house.

This was originally the main house for himself and Fu Yan. Later, he and Fu Yan slept separately, and it became his own yard.

I rearranged the yard later, remembering every corner.

But now it is different from what I have arranged, it obviously looks like a newlywed couple.

The voice in the dream asked if I could start over again?

Am I really back again?

Jiang Wan glanced at the lushly blooming osmanthus flowers outside.

The bridal chamber of a newlywed couple should last for a hundred days, and now I am back to the time when I had only been married to Fu Yan for less than a hundred days?

Thinking carefully about Fu Yan's strange behavior tonight, it seemed that I had returned to the time when Fu Yan was drugged.

This was the second month since she married into the Duke's Mansion.

Jiang Wan thought about her past life. She always acted like a legal wife when having sex with Fu Yan. Even if she felt uncomfortable, she had to endure it.

She was in her prime years, an age when she should have been living a lively and energetic life, but because she became his wife, she wasted eighteen years of hard work.

First, you must be in charge of all matters related to food provision at home.

Second, you must take charge of the family’s daily expenses such as food, clothing, and daily necessities.

Third, you must manage the concubines, maids and servants in the mansion.

Fourth, you must discipline your children, serve your parents-in-law and husband, and expand your network by interacting with all kinds of people.

What a pretty young lady, she has never worn any bright and colorful dress.

In order to act like a mistress, she wears dark clothes every day.

Jiang Wan finished her tea, but before she could react, she felt a force on her waist and cried out.

You don't need to turn around to know who is hugging you from behind.

The next moment, the sky spun and the earth spun. Jiang Wan was carried onto the couch, and then Fu Yan pressed on her again.

Jiang Wan had never experienced Fu Yan treating her like this.

It was obvious that in the previous life, Fu Yan treated her extremely coldly, and even on the first night of their wedding, they just went through the motions as a routine.

She stared closely at the person in front of her, as if trying to discern something from him.

Fu Yan seemed to have noticed something and immediately covered her eyes with his hands.

Jiang Wanyang kept in mind Nanny's teachings all his life and dared not make any noise when having sex with Fu Yan.

Even if Fu Yan's technique was so bad that Jiang Wan couldn't stand it, she could only grit her teeth and whimper weakly.

But in this new life, Jiang Wan finally figured it out.

What about being a dignified mistress and serving the husband's family? It's too tiring.

I worked hard for these things for nearly twenty years in my previous life, but what did I get in the end?

Fu Yan was unhappy, her in-laws were dissatisfied, and even her own son was resentful of her.

Then what are you working so diligently for?

In this life, she only cares about her own happiness.

If it weren't for this era, women would have to wear a veil to cover their faces when going out to prevent passers-by from seeing them.

Jiang Wan really wanted to divorce Fu Yan so that she could set up a stall to sell cakes and fruits so that she wouldn't starve to death.

But now, don’t even think about women setting up stalls.

There is a law in Dayun that if a girl is over 15 and does not marry, she will be punished with five years’ imprisonment. If she does not marry by the age of 30, her parents will be punished.

In other words, if a woman is still unmarried at the age of fifteen, she will have to pay five times more taxes than others.

If a woman is still unmarried by the age of 30, it is against the law, and even her parents will be punished as well.

It is also strictly forbidden for women to marry a second time, and even if their husbands die, they can only spend their lives guarding their husbands' spirit tablets.

The most important thing is that her marriage with Fu Yan was granted by the emperor himself. If they divorced, it would be against the emperor's order, and the Nine Clans Candy Crush Saga would not be fun.

Fu Yan had already taken off his outer and inner clothes.

Jiang Wan grabbed his muscular arms, no longer caring about her demeanor as a mistress.

As soon as she felt the slightest bit uncomfortable, her nails would immediately scratch a mark on his broad and strong back.

"Hiss..." Fu Yan shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head to glance at the slender hand on his back.

"Jiang Wan..."

He had a fresh scent, and the name he uttered softly was accompanied by a slight gasp.

Jiang Wan is undoubtedly feeling uncomfortable now.

The first time, it’s inevitable.

In his previous life, he did not have sex with Fu Yan on his wedding night, and it was tonight that he was drugged and had sex with her for the first time by accident.

"You hurt me." She replied with a trembling voice.

He propped himself up and opened his thin lips slightly: "It's the first time, it's inevitable."

This was also what Fu Yan said to Jiang Wan in his previous life. At that time, Jiang Wan couldn't help but cry out in pain.

Fu Yan said calmly, holding it in, and told Jiang Wan not to make a sound from now on.

"It's obviously my poor skills." She lowered her eyes and muttered softly.

But Fu Yan heard clearly how far apart the two of them were now.

His face looked a little ugly.

It was not until many years after Jiang Wan had been married to Fu Yan in her previous life that she found out that the wedding ceremony with her was actually the first time that Duke Fu, who was already 20 years old, had sex.

No wonder Jiang Wanhui felt so uncomfortable the first time. He was really shaking all over.

Fu Yan was humiliated by his own woman. Although he felt unhappy and depressed, it only lasted for a moment and he quickly suppressed the emotion.

Jiang Wan was no longer a completely ignorant girl. Although she had not slept with Fu Yan for a long time, she had still figured out some of the tricks.

Of course, she would not sacrifice herself just for Fu Yan's happiness.

He covered his palm and inserted it between his fingers.

He first kissed the delicate white jade-like neck, and then took it step by step, slowly.

It’s true that Jiang Wan is a little awkward, but it’s also true that she feels comfortable.

In the previous life, ever since Fu Yan accepted the white moonlight in his heart, he had never had sex with himself again.

Even according to the Dayun Law, he only came to his room three times a month as required and simply slept under the covers.

Fu Yan was buried between Jiang Wan's shoulders and neck. His snow-white, delicate skin and faint fragrance were truly fascinating.

Jiang Wan suddenly remembered something.

She supported Fu Yan's chest, "Yuan Pa..."

The two met for the first time on their wedding night, and the Yuanpa had not been used yet. The old lady and Mrs. Li were urging them intentionally or unintentionally. On the surface, they comforted the two and told them not to be anxious, but their words were actually referring to this matter.

Jiang Wan knew that Old Madam Fu and Mrs. Li must still be worried about this matter.

It just so happens that I can use the Yuanpa tonight.

"Hmm?" Fu Yan's eyes revealed a trace of confusion, and then he remembered what Jiang Wan mentioned.

He loosened his hands that were lifting Jiang Wan's slender waist and reached under the pillow.

He took out the handkerchief and reached down.

Now it is late autumn and the weather is getting cooler. The silk handkerchief suddenly touches my hot skin, making me shiver.

With Jiang Wan's constant reminders, Fu Yan finally finished.

Jiang Wan only thought that his previous life was just a one-time thing and that it would end tonight, but he didn't know that Fu Yan's strength had greatly increased in this life.

He hugged Jiang Wan, wanting to press his hot, broad chest against her.

Jiang Wan's thin and long eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her voice was vague and a little sweet, "Master, I'm hungry."

Fu Yan then stopped and looked at Jiang Wan with his deep eyes.