Tan Zhengyuan was a bit taken aback. He was just very lazy, never willing to do anything at home, but he had no other flaws.
For instance, he had never thought about getting involved with a widow inappropriately.
At most, when his temper flared, he'd consider divorcing Hu's Clan, that's all.
Widow Xú continued, "Once a child is born, then we'll talk about what to do. If I can't give birth, I won't blame you, okay? What do you think?"
Doesn't that sound like a good deal? If she couldn't conceive, his sleeping with her cost nothing, but if she bore him a son... it would be exactly as he wished.
Widow Xú was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight, her face beautiful.
Seeing that her plan might work, Widow Xú put even more effort into it.
"Look at you, without a son, bullied by your parents at home, laughed at when you go out. Are you satisfied with that?"
