President Bo, Your Wife Is Collecting Bodies Again

Su Wanqing is the top mortician at the First Funeral Home in Jing City. Her skills are so masterful that she sees the dead off on their final journey, earning her the nickname “Living Bodhisattva.”

Bo Yanchen is an all-powerful business tycoon in Jing City, cold-blooded and decisive, but he suffers from severe sensory overload. The slightest disturbance can push him to the brink of a breakdown.

At a funeral, he discovers that the world instantly grows quiet whenever this woman is by his side.

With a contract worth billions, he turns her into his “human tranquilizer.”

“Stay by my side for a year, and the ten billion is yours.”

“Fine, but you can't interfere with my work.”

From then on, the upper echelons of Jing City are in an uproar.

“Have you heard? Mr. Bo married a woman who puts makeup on corpses!”

“How unlucky! How could a woman like that be worthy of Bo Yanchen?”

Ignoring the mockery, Su Wanqing holds a scalpel in her left hand and shapes eyebrows with her right, continuing to restore the dead person's final dignity.

His assistant rushes in, frantic: “Mr. Bo! Your wife took away the body of your sworn enemy!”

Bo Yanchen's eyelid twitches. “Let her.”

The butler is beside himself with alarm: “Sir! The madam says she wants to conduct a preservation practice in the bridal suite!”

A vein throbs at Bo Yanchen's temple. “...Clear out that three-thousand-square-meter side courtyard for her.”

He thought she was merely a tool, but before he knew it, he had broken his rules for her again and again, and fallen for her again and again.

When she looks at him with those eyes that have seen through life and death, Bo Yanchen finally realizes he has already fallen too deep.

He wants to tear up the contract and make her his completely.

Su Wanqing only smiles calmly. “Mr. Bo, the contract has expired. Life and death are up to fate, and we owe each other nothing.”

For the first time, the usually arrogant Bo Yanchen tastes fear.