Amor Duradouro no Mundo Marcial

Grandpa Zhao Fei and my grandpa are biological brothers. That kid isn’t much to look at, yet he married the most beautiful woman in the entire region. There’s no helping it—he works at a state-run farm, with guaranteed harvests no matter the drought or flood. Whoever marries him automatically becomes a worker as well.

The first time I met my cousin’s wife, I was captivated by every smile and frown, and by her perfectly curved, graceful figure. At that moment, a seed of love silently took root and began to grow in my heart.

From then on, whenever there was a festival or holiday, my cousin would bring his wife home, and I would always drop by—naturally, with the sole purpose of seeing her.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye, and I grew into a young man. Nothing had changed: when my cousin and his wife returned, I still visited as usual.

With the passing years, she became even more stunning and charming than before. Her figure grew fuller, exuding a mature aura that left me utterly entranced, unable to pull myself away.

But despite being married for three years, there was still no sign of her pregnancy, which led to many rumors and whispers.

People said she was like a hen that laid no eggs—beautiful but useless. Every time I heard such talk, I felt a surge of anger.

At the same time, I was curious: after three years of marriage, why hadn’t she become pregnant?

That Mid-Autumn Festival afternoon, I went to my cousin’s house as usual, but only his wife was home.

Seeing her looking downcast, I approached and asked, “