I Married a Wealthy Comatose Heir: I Won’t Be a Widow, I’ll Be Rich

A cheerful woman who transmigrates into a book and splits her personality to survive corporate drudgery VS a chaste, powerful, wealthy heir who’s in a vegetative state (but will recover)

Damn it, why do people have to work?

Do we really have to work this B shift in the ABCDE rotation?

Those were Su Qingyue’s last words before she died from working overtime.

When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into a book! She’d become the wife of a powerful tycoon, though the tycoon was in a vegetative state.

Su Qingyue glanced at her husband on the hospital bed, all broad shoulders and a narrow waist like a male model, and chuckled. “A vegetative state? Great! That’s just perfect!”

Her dream life had come true! Money, no kids, no husband, and freedom to enjoy herself. How wonderful could life get?

Just as she was getting ready to enjoy it, a deadly System popped up in her mind, forcing her to start working to stay alive.

Her useless, spineless brother-in-law who worships her? Fix him! Spare the rod, spoil the child. Get to work and learn how tough life can be!

Her celebrity-obsessed sister-in-law, throwing money at a scumbag? Fine! I’m confiscating all your cards. You’re going to work, too!

As for her husband, who looks like a male model but is in a vegetative state, Su Qingyue clocks in every day to stay alive.

“Honey, let me tell you a joke.”

“Honey, let me do a square dance for you.”

“Honey, let me give you a massage. Look, you’ve even lost weight in those abs.”

One day, as Su Qingyue was once again using a massage as an excuse to run her hands all over a certain man’s abs, he suddenly grabbed her hand. The man, who had been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes.

Su Qingyue: What?

The chaste, dignified man gazed deeply at the utterly bewildered Su Qingyue. “Wife, do you like the feel of them…”

Su Qingyue: Huh? Huh? Huh?