My Husband Is Helplessly Romantic

Chapter 1

1

I found myself in the body of a noble lady, married to a man I didn't like. He was foolish but wealthy, and I had planned to wait for his demise to inherit his fortune. Who would have thought he would turn out to be kind-hearted and deeply in love with me?

The original owner of this body was excellent at reading, painting, and embroidery. As for me, I also enjoyed reading (especially "The Dominant CEO Falls in Love with Me"), painting (though more along the lines of pornographic drawings), but embroidery? Not so much. The man's hobbies were truly... irresistible!

## 2

One moment, I was holding my phone, watching Dennis and his beautiful uncle in a steamy pool scene. The next moment, I was transported to this middle of nowhere. Seriously, couldn't these time-travel setups come with some options?

I'm a BL manga author, and now I'm in the body of a noble lady. Does that make any sense? The original owner studied classical texts and ancient wisdom, and even dabbled in military strategy and medicine. And me? A sports major, into Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, and wondering who's the top or bottom?

By the way, can someone tell me how the pool scene ended? Did Dennis get his uncle? I'm curious. Feel free to comment below.

## 3

The original owner, Katherine, never stepped out of the house and loved reading. I couldn't stand it. I squatted on the ground, pulling weeds.

Stacey chattered away, "Miss, you're about to marry the young marquess."

"I heard the young marquess is incredibly handsome, in the prime of his youth, unmatched in the world..."

I stretched and threw away the last handful of weeds, forming a circle with my hands. "Plant cucumbers here, the tender ones."

"Do you think this Matthew... I mean, the young marquess, is rich?"

Good looks can't be eaten. For me, finding a stable job is the most reliable.

"Miss, have you forgotten again? Of course, the young marquess is rich. After Princess Sharon passed away, the emperor let the young marquess inherit the title and even granted him a separate mansion. He has over a dozen mistresses in his mansion."

"The young marquess never excelled in studies or inherited Erick's martial arts skills. He likes doing business."

"In Aldoak, he owns over thirty shops, including tea houses, wine shops, and cosmetic stores. I heard he even owns a brothel..."

Stacey kept talking, and all I could think of were two words: rich, rich, rich...

The wedding was set for the sixth day of the second month. Counting the days, there were only fifteen days left until my life of luxury. Ah, such a beautiful life!

## 4

The night before the wedding, my mother secretly handed me a booklet from the bottom of her chest. I looked at it and laughed. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Is there more?"

Mother was stunned. Maybe my expression was a bit lewd at that moment. She froze. I quickly lowered my head in embarrassment and explained pitifully, "Mother, I've heard that the young marquess has many mistresses. I'm afraid..."

No need to say more, those who understand will understand. Mother looked at me with a pained expression. "My beautiful daughter, to think you have to compete with those rivals for favor..."

Ah, let's skip a thousand sighs here. The more she spoke, the sadder she became, holding my hand tightly and comforting me gently. "Don't worry, Mother will prepare more for you."

I was satisfied. As expected of the heroine's mother, sisters support each other!

## 5

The sixth day of the second month, the wedding day. Before dawn, I was dragged out of bed to bathe and dress. The whole day, I was pushed and pulled around, my neck feeling as heavy as if it were hung with a heavy weight.

Accompanied by a voice, "The ceremony is complete, send her to the bridal chamber." I finally breathed a sigh of relief. With a wave of my hand, I pulled off the bridal veil, revealing a luxuriously decorated bedroom.

Tsk tsk tsk, a life of luxury was beckoning me! Stacey was beside me, exclaiming, "Miss, you can't lift the veil yourself, you can't touch that, you can't do this or that..."

I felt like a kid in a candy store, wanting to stick to every object in the room. The Harpers' residence was truly, dazzlingly rich...

This wasn't a man I didn't like; this was my golden benefactor. In my past life, I worked diligently for seven or eight years, only to die suddenly. I never even touched a man's hand. I had saved up a few months' salary to hire a male model, but alas.

I had just peeked through the veil and saw that the young marquess was indeed incredibly handsome. I didn't lose out.

Chapter 2

[1]

A woman must learn to strive for her own happiness.

I took out the booklets from yesterday, still slightly damp. As I flipped through them, I made notes with a pen: "This color is too light," "The brushstrokes are too soft," "Hmm, this one is not bad, but it reveals too little."

Tsk, those abs are nice, like a hidden gem. The ancients didn't lie; it really has that feeling.

"Miss Katherine, you're quite eager, aren't you?"

Huh?

A sudden voice startled me. I looked up to see a face full of amusement.

"Young Marquess, you're done already?"

I quickly shoved the book under the pillow, but my actions were too obvious.

"Rumor has it that Miss Katherine is like a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains-cold, noble, well-versed in the classics, and even knowledgeable in military strategy and poetry."

Who was he trying to fool with that tone?

Matthew's eyes seemed to bore holes into me.

I silently pulled my long pants to cover my round toes and adjusted my top.

"I heard that the Young Marquess has many concubines. I'm afraid I won't be able to satisfy you, so..." I added a sob for effect, channeling my inner drama queen.

"Heh."

What did that mean? Did he believe me or not?

The delicate silk robe slipped off my shoulder, revealing a red undergarment. Matthew's face flushed.

"Don't stare at me like that!"

What was he playing at? Pretending to be shy.

"The Marquess is handsome, so I can't help but look."

Who doesn't like a compliment?

[2]

"Marquess, why don't we look at it together?" I suggested, pointing to the booklet.

The Marquess's face turned as red as a tomato, his ears practically bleeding.

So much for the rumored playboy.

His innocent look was making my heart race.

Ah, this contrast, I love it.

I stood up, and the Marquess stepped back.

Was this going to turn into a chase?

"Marquess, it's our wedding night."

I reminded him pitifully, hoping he'd get the hint.

The Young Marquess blew out the candle and climbed into bed, undressing in the dark.

He wrapped me up and tossed me to the inner side of the bed.

"Let's sleep. We have to thank the elders tomorrow."

That's it? He undressed just to say that?

Unwilling to give up, I reached out to touch his abs, but he wrapped me up so tightly I couldn't move.

After what felt like a long struggle, I was exhausted and half-asleep.

"Matthew, you can call me Matt."

I almost laughed at his formality.

"Katherine, but you can call me Kathy."

[3]

Waking up to a beautiful face, who could understand that feeling?

A high nose bridge, slightly upturned lips, and those captivating eyes.

I mean, how much would it cost to hire a model like this? Totally worth it.

The more I looked, the more excited I got. I couldn't help but lean closer. There was a mole on his chin. Oh, I wanted to kiss it.

As a confident woman, I acted on my desires.

"You, stop."

A large hand interrupted my next move.

The Young Marquess had long, slender fingers, pale skin, and slightly bulging veins.

I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue to lick it.

He was stunned.

When he came to his senses, he pushed me far away.

"I heard the Young Marquess is charming and has many concubines. Can't I even kiss you?"

The more he resisted, the more I wanted to touch him. Hmph, men, don't think I can't see through your games.

I decisively sat on top of him, feeling something hard beneath me.

Damn, I let my guard down.

We both froze, awkwardly wishing we could disappear.

Luckily, Stacey knocked on the door, reminding us it was time to thank the elders.

I excused myself, but not before sneaking a touch of those abs.

Tsk, so smooth.

Chapter 3

1

The palace was hosting a flower appreciation banquet, and I accompanied the young marquess into the palace.

This was my second time entering the palace. Last time, I was in such a hurry that I didn't take a good look around.

Now, as I took in the surroundings, the two dragons on the eaves, with their golden scales and armor, looked so lifelike. Truly, the palace was magnificent and splendid.

Hmm, those dragon horns seemed to be made of gold. If only I could pry one off and take it home.

The so-called flower appreciation banquet was, well, not really about appreciating flowers.

Why do I say that?

There were only a few pots of peonies in the middle of the hall.

And the ministers were accompanied not only by their wives.

The hall was filled with young women.

Everyone knew what kind of "flowers" were being appreciated.

Yet, there was always someone who didn't get it and decided to pick on me.

"I heard that the marquess's wife is well-versed in the classics and quite talented. Could you perhaps showcase some of your skills for us to learn from?"

"Why not compose a poem about the peonies?"

Was she referring to me as the marquess's wife?

My hand, holding a piece of pastry, froze in mid-air.

This person must have left her brain at home.

Even the host hadn't said anything, and here she was, talking nonsense.

I chose to ignore her and handed the pastry to the young marquess, winking at him. "Try this. The palace pastries are quite good. I wonder if we can take the leftovers home?"

The young marquess, who probably frequented the palace, seemed tired of the food and pushed it back to me.

"If you like it, eat more."

2

As we whispered to each other, the person who had been ignored spoke up again, louder this time.

"Is the marquess's wife ignoring everyone? A mere daughter of a fifth-rank official's family, thinking too highly of herself?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the young marquess slammed his cup down and stood up abruptly, startling me so much that I almost choked.

"Lydia, watch your words. Katherine is the rightful mistress of the Harpers' residence. Times have changed. Were you always this aggressive and bullying towards my wife?"

So this is what it feels like to be unconditionally protected?

I felt a warm rush, like I was falling in love.

With the young marquess being so supportive, I couldn't just sit back.

I dabbed a few drops of water from the teacup under my eyes and tugged at the marquess's sleeve. "Forget it..."

I covered my face with a handkerchief. "Boohoo, I'm used to it. It's not the first time..."

Who can't act a little?

The young marquess wasn't going to let her off easily and immediately knelt to ask the emperor for justice.

The emperor ordered Lydia to be confined for a month and to write lines a hundred times, and the matter was settled.

Tsk, she got off easy.

Throughout the banquet, the young marquess and I discussed which pastries were delicious, which dishes were unique, and which ladies were talented.

They say, you can't share a bed without becoming alike.

The young marquess was well-informed and didn't seem like the rumored playboy.

Someone's gaze almost pierced through me.

I sighed inwardly; a hundred copies of the Bible were too lenient for her.

3

Married life was nothing like I imagined.

I thought I'd be dripping in gold and silver, spending like crazy.

In reality, I stayed in the courtyard, eating, drinking, and daydreaming, with nothing to do.

The Harpers' residence had only the young marquess and me as the main residents. Erick was at the princess residence, so there was no need to pay daily respects.

Since the wedding, the young marquess rarely came home, as if he had forgotten he was married.

There were a dozen concubines in the back residence, but none of them came to see me. I couldn't even gather enough people to play cards.

Out of boredom, I even numbered the ants on the ground-186 of them.

"Stacey, have you ever been to a brothel?"

I asked Stacey, who was about to water the flowers, on a whim.

Stacey's face turned beet red.

Well, that was a wasted question.