Reborn Aristocrat: Oppressing Chapter 1

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

January brought Wen City into the heart of winter.

The city's air stayed damp even in winter. Temperatures hovered around 3 to 5 degrees Celsius, with no snow in sight, yet the chill cut deep. Street trees stood bare and skeletal, casting a somewhat gloomy vibe over everything.

A black luxury sedan glided along Wen City's broad avenues with Lu Manman inside. She had departed from the hospital moments earlier.

Despite the overcast skies, the metropolis buzzed with energy.

New Year’s Day was recent history, leaving festive vibes lingering on the streets. Ornaments hung on, while throngs jostled shoulder-to-shoulder.

Lu Manman smiled, her hand gently on her belly. Gazing through the window, the lively streets barely registered. In her other hand, she clutched a test report, its significance to her plain as day.

Today's ride in the luxury vehicle felt unusually smooth. What should have been a 20-minute drive stretched to double the time.

The vehicle pulled up at the front of a three-level villa.

The driver courteously held the door open for Lu Manman, who stepped out.

Wen City's gusts bit with cold, prompting her to tug her coat tighter instinctively. She wound her scarf snugly, revealing only her stunning, expressive eyes.

Passing through the gate and crossing the garden, she entered the living room.

The living room's cozy heat thawed her instantly. Off came the scarf as she ascended to the next floor.

Wen Yun was out at the moment.

Tonight would be the perfect time for his surprise.

Bliss lit her smile as she pushed open the bedroom door.

Her eyes fixed on the expansive bed ahead. Two bodies tangled together, forcing her eyes to bulge wide.

Bulge wide…

The pair on the bed noticed the door creak open. Their fervent actions halted abruptly the instant after.

The refined gentleman, the devoted spouse in others' views, swiveled to face her with a dazed, enamored look.

Yet that adoration wasn't meant for her.

Beneath him lay a slender woman. Once their romp paused, she shot him a coquettish glance on purpose, radiating triumph.

So.

Wrong room it was.

Lu Manman stood frozen at the doorway, face drained of color.

She held back tears and outbursts. Her refined background, family training, and their mutual spousal regard kept her calm. No way she'd shatter her poise in a fit.

Seven years wedded.

Was this the infamous seven-year itch?!

“So, I’ve entered the wrong room?” Her question hung in the silent space.

Addressing her ideal spouse, the “model husband” admired by Wen City's multitudes. The very man who'd clasped her hand on the red carpet, vowing publicly, “In this lifetime, I, Wen Yun, will love only Lu Manman.”

That memory now rang utterly ridiculous.

Wen Yun rose from the bed.

Stark naked, he acted as if it were perfectly normal.

Approaching Lu Manman, he halted inches away. Sarcasm dripped from his deep tone: “Lu Manman, our superficial marriage… ends here.”

However.

“I’m pregnant, you know that?” Her grip crushed the test report, wrinkling it.

“I’ve been adding contraceptives to your food consistently, can you even get pregnant?” Wen Yun scoffed. “Are you sure the doctor gave you a proper check-up?”