Su Yaoyue was forced to enter a ghost marriage for her younger sister, marrying into a top-tier family.
Who would have thought that on her wedding night, her husband, who had been dead for six months, would suddenly return?
He Ji looked at the little wife he had never met before and said coolly, “Send her back.”
The little wife was so frightened that her eyes turned red, like a rabbit’s.
He Ji disliked people with no backbone more than anything.
Until one day, he got a taste of her. Supporting her slender waist, he looked thoroughly satisfied. “Having no backbone is nice.”
To carry out her organization’s mission, Su Yaoyue played the helpless little flower in distress in front of He Ji every day. She acted so convincingly that she almost believed it herself.
At last, she completed her mission and made her exit.
But the powerful man cut off every avenue of escape. With a dignified, self-possessed air, he pinned her in a corner. “Yaoyao, where are you going?”
Su Yaoyue: Oh no, my husband of convenience has come looking for me.
