My Husband Is Helplessly Romantic

Chapter 1

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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.