On the day of their business marriage, Nan Yu decided what her role would be: she was there to protect the Shen family's sickly beauty, who looked as if a gust of wind could knock him over.
From then on, whenever Shen Huaijin coughed, she handed him medicine; whenever he swayed, she became his human crutch; and whenever anyone dared mock him, she put them down by force.
She shielded him completely, and he sweetly let her indulge his every whim.
Until one day, she accidentally caught him pinning a provocateur to the wall with one hand, his gaze as ruthless as a demon's. “You're disturbing my wife's rest.”
Nan Yu: “...?” What happened to the sickly big shot?
Shen Huaijin turned around and instantly looked frail, the corners of his eyes reddening. “Yu Yu, he scared me. My hand hurts.”
Nan Yu: “...” What on earth did I marry?
