Como Se Divorciar do Primeiro-Ministro

This was the most restful sleep Jiang Wu had had in days.

Upon waking, the satisfaction brought by sufficient rest swept away the frustrations that had plagued her these past few days, if only for this moment.

The calming fragrance in the room was familiar to her.

“Madam.”

A gentle, steady voice sounded beside her—respectful, yet never servile.

Jiang Wu looked over to see the man who had been sitting by the window approaching her.

“Did you sleep well?”

She sat up from the lounge chair.

Honestly, this was hardly an ideal environment. The hard lounge chair paled in comparison to the soft bed in her own residence. Though the incense burning was rare and expensive, it could not compare to the superior nanmu wood room she was accustomed to.

Not to mention, she had slept fully clothed, with the hair ornaments still not properly removed.

Yet, she felt quite comfortable.

At least more so than in that cold, grand mansion.

Still, she had a banquet to attend later.

Just as she was gathering her thoughts, the man knelt beside her and softly asked, “Is your indigestion any better? Would you like me to massage it again?”

Mo Yangzhou was a very proper man.

Although outsiders might speculate on the nature of his relationship with Jiang Wu, it was clear that without her consent, he would never cross any boundaries.

That was precisely why Jiang Wu had chosen him.

She lazily extended her hand—an invitation. Mo Yangzhou then began pressing the area between her thumb and forefinger with a mo