Song Zhaoxue made a quick getaway! Marry Lin Chen, the capital's number-one wastrel? She'd rather gnaw on a chicken leg! Back at the Song family, everyone was left wailing at the empty bridal chamber. The bridal sedan was already at the door, and the Song family's century-old good name was about to go up in smoke!
The gentle and refined eldest son of the Song family, Song Qingchen, threw caution to the wind. “Father, Mother, Grandfather... I'll take her place!” The old master spat his ginseng tea into the air. “What a disgrace! You've brought shame on the family!” But there was no stopping it... Amid the deafening gongs and drums, the “bride” climbed into the sedan!
The whole capital gathered to watch “Second Miss Song” make a grand wedding entrance. At an inn, the real Song Zhaoxue saw the wedding procession and was so shocked she dropped her chicken leg. The wedding was still going ahead? Who was in the sedan?! Her face turned deathly pale as she clutched her backside and shrieked, “It's over! Big Brother married in my place! His... his butt is in grave danger!”
On the wedding night, the red veil was lifted
The “bride,” Song Qingchen, stared in disbelief. Where was the wastrel he'd been promised? The groom had sharp brows, bright eyes, and an imposing presence! Meanwhile, the “groom,” Lin Chen (in her big-sister mode), stared at the obvious Adam's apple on the “bride” and twitched at the corner of her mouth. The Song family... had sent her a male bride?! They'd really gone that far!
One of them huddled beneath his quilt every night, his inner monologue flashing across his mind: “Don't come closer! Please, spare me!” The other kept strict guard and drew a line in the sand: “Stay away from me! Don't come near!” Their chaotic life under one roof sent their secret identities flapping wildly in the wind!
Until one day, they ran into each other at an inn
The real little sister, chewing on a duck neck, asked the question on everyone's mind: “Brother, is your... butt okay?”
The real big brother flicked open his fan and delivered a precise follow-up: “Sister, are you... enjoying being a husband?”
The fake bride and fake groom: Does anyone get us?! We're so screwed!
This marriage contract was absurd beyond belief! “Who cheated on whom?” “Who took whose place?” “Whose butt is crying out for help?” The ultimate laugh-out-loud romantic showdown!!!
