“Today is an auspicious day to marry, and the God of Wealth is in the east, but I didn't account for my husband being a ravenous wolf.”
Nineteen-year-old fortune-teller Nan Zhi uses three copper coins to turn a dead end into a way out, but fails to foresee that she'll be dragged into a wealthy family to bring good luck to a dying man.
The man in the hospital bed, Shen Yan, head of the Shen family and rumored not to live past thirty, holds her by the nape and chuckles:
“Give me a smile, wife, and I'll give you my life.”
Everyone bets she won't last three days.
Instead, Shen Yan recovers, the stock hits its daily limit, and even the dogs in the courtyard gain three pounds!
Hugging a black card, Nan Zhi grins to herself:
“Actually, what I need is pocket money...”
The man promptly hands her an unlimited supplementary card usable worldwide. “My life and my money are yours. And so am I.”
When the haters sneer that “a little fortune-teller isn't good enough for him”:
At the shareholders' meeting, Shen Yan shows off his wedding ring. “My wife is young, so I hope everyone will go easy on her.”
When his white moonlight spreads rumors that “the marriage for good luck is a scam”:
Nan Zhi reads fortunes live on stream, bankrupts her rival with three predictions, and sends the comments into a frenzy: “Save us, Little Ancestor!”
Then Shen Yan's fatal calamity arrives, and she uses her own blood to break the curse, sacrificing years of her life to save him.
When he wakes, his eyes red, he transfers all his trillion-yuan fortune into her name:
“Mrs. Shen, I came to marry you with my life on the line. Please do whatever you like with me for the rest of our lives.”
