Married life felt very good to Hualan.
Not sharing a bed was indeed not so good, but she had not told anyone about it. She simply endured it.
She could feel how thoughtfully Wang Yan treated her, so although she very much wanted it, since Wang Yan disagreed, she could only comply. She had even gone to a medical clinic in the city to verify it, and it was indeed as Wang Yan had said—there would be some impact. Moreover, the sample size was not merely the thousand-plus people Wang Yan had mentioned, but over ten thousand.
They had compiled the statistics from people who came to the clinic for treatment, asking about the childbirth conditions of the women in their households before collating the results. It was fairly accurate. Thus, she naturally had no further objections and cooperatively began drinking the medicine Wang Yan had prescribed for her.
Other than that one matter, everything was happy. Everything was good.
There truly were not so many rules in Wang Yan's household. No one cared what time she slept until each day, and the food never lacked in any respect. Even the flavors were far better than those at the Sheng Family. Mainly because whenever Wang Yan felt like eating something, he would head into the kitchen to experiment—every sort of dish, pastry, dessert, and so on. The Sheng Family's cooks had not yet had time to learn them.
Women all liked sweet things to eat and drink. Though official households of this era did not lack sugar, their processing and use of it still could not compare to the many tricks Wang Yan had come up with.
As for clothing, jewelry, cosmetics, and other expenses, Hualan was a bona fide wealthy woman. She had brought an enormous dowry with her,