Zhang Yun was married into a wealthy family to become the wife of a man in a vegetative state, in the hope that she would bring him good fortune.
She thought she would spend the rest of her life as a widow, but she was stunned on her wedding day.
Her husband had woken up, but why did he look only eight years old?
Where was the handsome, long-legged husband she’d been promised?
She couldn’t bring herself to call an eight-year-old brat her husband.
But the little brat looked at her with disdain. “If it weren’t for some stupid curse, do you think I’d marry you?”
After they got married, he watched as one admirer after another pursued Zhang Yun. All he could do was make a pitiful face and cling to her, begging for kisses and cuddles and to be picked up.
Thinking back to what he’d said on their wedding night, Yin Chen could only admit: “This is actually pretty great!”
