She was the Su family’s castoff daughter, pushed into a proxy bride’s place and married off to the most mysterious comatose young marshal in Haicheng to bring him good luck.
The wedding room reeked of disinfectant. He lay lifeless on the hospital bed, and Su Qingqing thought she would spend the rest of her life alone in a loveless marriage.
As she wiped him down, her fingertips accidentally brushed his waist. The man suddenly grabbed her wrist, and a hazy glimmer escaped through the slit of his eyes.
“Scared?”
She was terrified out of her wits, unaware that this “corpse” had been watching her from the shadows for ten years.
He was a legend on the racetrack and a business tycoon who could turn the tide with a wave of his hand. After an “accident,” he had pretended to be insane, all so he could wait for her to walk into his trap.
When Lin Ruoxi returned to the country with her old flame and challenged her, when the Su family came demanding money, and when layer upon layer of schemes was finally revealed...
The comatose man suddenly sat up, yanked out his oxygen tube, and pinned her to the hospital bed, kissing her until she could barely breathe. “Wife, had enough of your antics? Time to fulfill your bridal duties.”
Su Qingqing: “???”
Later, all of Haicheng knew that Young Marshal Jiao had awakened and was spoiling his proxy bride rotten.
He had a whole box of her photos hidden away, kept the old phone she had dropped and broken, and even had her nickname engraved on the ring on his left ring finger.
“They say I took someone else’s place,” she said, pouting sadly.
The man crushed the cigarette in his hand, his eyes burning with desire. “From the day you gave me half a milk candy ten years ago, you were the one meant to be by my side.”
