On Our Wedding Night, My Goofy Bride Turns a Sickly Big Shot's Life Around

[Sweet romance + heroine humiliates scumbags + hero plays the fool while hiding his strength + one-on-one, both leads devoted only to each other] The goofy genius girl Cen Xi somehow ends up marrying the Xiao family’s Third Master, Xiao Yumo, who is gravely ill, paralyzed in both legs, and supposedly born to bring misfortune to his wives. Before she can regret it and break off the engagement, she discovers that, as the Xiao family’s heir, he’s surrounded by vicious relatives like vultures, all waiting for him to die so they can divide the family fortune. Cen Xi won’t stand for that. If Xiao Yumo lives, he’s hers; if he dies, he’ll still be hers. Anyone who bullies her man gets what’s coming to them. She thinks she’s fiercely protecting her husband and taking down the scumbags, unaware that Third Master has been indulging her all along, the mastermind behind the scenes playing the fool while hiding his strength. In his daily life, Third Master Xiao does nothing but put his secret identities and schemes in place, take revenge and close in on his targets, and dote on his wife in every way imaginable. “Whenever there’s a problem, you just hide behind a woman!” His sworn rival sneers. “What can I say? My wife has my back. A lonely bachelor like you wouldn’t understand!” The powerful man knows exactly how to get under his skin. “You’re proud of being afraid of your wife?” His rival scoffs. “Better to be afraid of your wife than not have one!” The powerful man lands a devastating blow. Cen Xi spends her days protecting Xiao Yumo and indulging her love of gossip, especially anything involving him. “Xiao Yumo has another fiancée, arranged by his family? Is she pretty?” “The Wang family heiress has been secretly in love with Xiao Yumo for years? I knew it. Too bad she never made a move!” “Xiao Yumo is actually Mo Zhixu, the powerful business tycoon who rules both the underworld and the legitimate world and is in peak physical condition???” Cen Xi turns to look at Xiao Yumo, sitting beside her in his wheelchair and looking deathly ill, her head full of question marks. “May I ask, sir, how long do you plan to keep up the act?”