The Marquis's line has ended? The pregnant maid is pregnant again!

Shen Qinghe quickly stood up and rushed into the shadows.

The rich aroma of wine wafted from the man, reaching right up to Shen Qinghe's nose. The tall, broad-shouldered man stood before her, his eyes half-closed and gazing blankly ahead.

He didn't even glance at her.

Shen Qinghe exhaled, her fingertips trembling slightly as she touched the cold armor, and slowly removed Lu Jihan's clothes.

Lu Jihan was only wearing a pure white undergarment, which further accentuated his tall and strong physique. His broad shoulders completely covered Shen Qinghe, preventing any candlelight from reaching her.

His long-term military training gave him a slightly puffed chest, a slender waist, and muscles that were muscular but not exaggerated.

With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a strong, masculine appearance, he truly lived up to his reputation as a handsome man in the capital.

Shen Qinghe lowered her head and swallowed. Compared to Lu Jihan, Lu Huai'an's figure was like that of a chick that hadn't grown up yet.

She was a little tempted; after all, it was the same old story, and who wouldn't want to eat something good?

As she was lost in thought, Lu Jihan walked over to the bed and sat down, casually instructing, "Go and rest on the bed. After tonight, return to serve your grandmother."

"If you dare come within ten steps, I'll throw you out!"

He warned in a cold voice, thinking that if it weren't for the fact that his grandmother had sent someone and it was inconvenient to just kick her out, he would have thrown her out long ago. How could he possibly let her stay in the room for one night?

After saying that, Lu Jihan lay down.

Shen Qinghe was left standing in the wind, bewildered. She looked at Lu Jihan lying down, and then at the couch on the other side.

She thought that after being reborn, she would finally be able to eat something good, but this is what she got?

She thought that with her outfit and his drunkenness, she would be safe, but who knew that he wouldn't even look at her!

He deserved to have no descendants in his past life!

As long as he opens his eyes and looks at her, she doesn't believe his eyes are empty.

Shen Qinghe took a deep breath, listened to the man's steady breathing, and quietly approached him, lifting her skirt.

"Young Master Marquis?"

Shen Qinghe called softly, her fingertips almost touching his collar, when a sharp pain shot through her wrist as the person in front of her grabbed her hand!

"You don't take my words seriously?! Don't be so greedy!" Lu Jihan sat up abruptly, his brows furrowed.

Her wrists were slender, and in his palm they looked more like crisp bamboo twigs that he could break with the slightest force. He held them tightly and finally looked at the maid who had repeatedly offended him.

"This servant...this servant is not courting death, it's just...it's just that the old lady ordered it, and this servant dares not disobey!"

Shen Qinghe knelt on the ground, and in the candlelight by the bed, only her smooth, white forehead and glistening tears were visible.

Her delicate fragrance wafted over, and Lu Jihan, drunk, felt a ticklish sensation in his heart, as if being scratched by a cat's claws.

He was about to lash out when he saw Shen Qinghe's small face raised, and his heart skipped a beat, as if the surrounding air had frozen for a moment.

Lu Jihan's gaze was fixed on her face, unable to look away, his blood surging violently.

The next moment, the man's large hand gently caressed her cheek, the calluses on his fingertips rubbing against her delicate skin, making it a little itchy.

With her wrist released, Shen Qinghe looked up at him, maintaining a fragile posture with tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall.

Lu Jihan's anger and irritation vanished, replaced by tenderness, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Shu'er..."

Shen Qinghe was not surprised at all; this was exactly the effect she wanted.

Qin Shu, a cousin of the Marquis of Zhenguo, is Lu Jihan's cousin and the unattainable white moonlight in his heart.

In his previous life, Lu Jihan was so attached to his beloved Bai Yueguang that he refused to touch his wives and concubines even once, which is why he died childless.

She bears a striking resemblance to Qin Shu, about six-tenths of his appearance.

Judging by just his eyebrows and eyes, he's about 70-80% right. Even Lu Jihan from his previous life mistook him for someone else more than once.

This time, she specially chose Qin Shu's favorite snow-white dress, hoping to create a convincing illusion.

"Shu'er..."

Lu Jihan tenderly brushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear, his eyes filled with affection: "Shu'er, I thought you would never come to see me again, that you would be someone else's wife from now on..."

Shen Qinghe slowly approached, kneeling between his legs, her hand gently slipping inside his collar, her breath sweet as orchids: "No, Shu'er will always belong to your cousin alone..."

The woman's voice was charming and seductive, like a hook that aroused his passion and made his blood rush.

The man's kiss, tinged with alcohol, surged forth, and the bed curtains fell.

Little did Shen Qinghe know that her deliberately flattering remark would ruin her life.

Shen Qinghe had never experienced anything like this before.

Lu Huai'an was very dissatisfied with her. Not to mention that it was just routine in bed, even that was only because the old lady urged her every day.

It always ended in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Compared to her previous life, she was practically living on scraps of food!

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When Lu Jihan woke up, his temples were throbbing with pain, and he pinched the space between his eyebrows.

Hearing a woman's soft, distressed sobs, Lu Jihan stared in astonishment.

The woman had slender shoulders and delicate, fair skin, like milky white jade. Her thin arms, covering the blanket, accentuated the soft flesh of her chest, making one want to peek under the blanket.

How could there be a woman in his room?!

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?!"

With tears in her eyes, Shen Qinghe looked at him timidly and said, "This servant...this servant was sent by the old lady to serve the young marquis. Last night, as soon as this servant came in, the young marquis pounced on me, tore off my clothes, and kept calling out Miss Biao's name..."

When those bright, sparkling eyes looked over, Lu Jihan's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

He quickly realized that he must have lost control at the wedding banquet last night, drunk too much, and mistaken her for Shu'er, thus committing such a mistake.

Lu Jihan looked annoyed.

Seeing him like this, Shen Qinghe knew that she had achieved her goal of forcing herself to get up and perform this self-inflicted suffering.

Otherwise, once Lu Jihan wakes up and realizes that she deliberately seduced him, he will definitely feel disgusted with her, and his future path will be difficult.

Lu Jihan quickly calmed down: "Last night was my fault. Is there anything you want? I can make it up to you."

Shen Qinghe's eyes lit up, but she lowered them, afraid that he would notice something was wrong: "Since the young marquis has taken my innocence, it is my honor. I only want to serve the young marquis well and bear him a son or daughter, so as to share the burden of the old lady."

In short, she wants a child.

"presumptuous!"

Lu Jihan had no idea that she was asking for offspring. Being drunk and engaging in promiscuous behavior was already inappropriate, so he immediately scolded, "Find someone else."

He got up from the bed and went to get dressed.

Shen Qinghe trembled at his deep, resonant voice, and tears streamed down her face.

"This servant knows that the young marquis dislikes being disturbed, but... but, this is the old lady's order. If this servant disobeys, I'm afraid I will suffer the consequences, sob sob sob..."