My Hard-to-Win Wife: An Shao, Spoil Me Like There's No Tomorrow

Young Master: I’m sick. “Money makes right. You agree!” Young Master: Sick people need treatment. “Beauty is justice. You agree!” Young Master: “Good. I’m entrusting the rest of my life to you.” “Why? What for?” Young Master: “You’re the cause of my illness, and you’re the cure. I have money, looks, and reason on my side. What do you say?” Young Woman: “You’re crazy!” Young Master: “Bring me my medicine!”