Raising a Charming Husband at Fifty

“The blood he coughed into my palm was hotter than the Shen family’s gold bars.”

> When Shen Qingyan, the young heir to a wealthy capitalist family, was thrown into a shack to die, he was still clutching half a piece of moldy imported candy.

> I kicked open the door and shoved a bowl of coarse rice porridge toward his mouth. “Want to die? First pay me back for my dad’s life!”

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> **Later...**

> When Sun Xiulan reported him for practicing “feudal medicine,” I flipped the table in front of everyone. “The man I, Lin Wan, support is no business of yours to bark at!”

> He saved a woman in a difficult labor with silver needles and became “Doctor Shen,” the man the whole city begged for help;

> I set up my medicinal food stall, and the whole street’s curses turned into the sound of people swallowing hungrily.

> Only when a police car took the deranged Sun Xiulan away did he pin me against the medicine cabinet, eyes red: *“Madam, without your medicine... I’ll die.”**

>, Then die in my arms, you little pampered thing.