Shen Mange felt that the most outrageous thing she had done in her life was to put on a wedding dress for her step-sister who had run away from marriage and marry Lu Yanshen, a sick man who was rumored to be "not alive for three years."
Everyone in the wealthy family is laughing: The Shen family is marrying their useless daughter to her useless husband, a perfect match.
On the wedding night, the man opened the pages of the book with his pale fingertips without raising his head: "You can sleep on the sofa."
Shen Mange silently moved the quilt to the sofa, thinking that this was fine, everyone would live their own lives.
But she gradually discovered that this man would ask the housekeeper to deliver warm mint milk when she was working overtime until late at night; he would stuff a hot water bottle into her arms when she had menstrual cramps and pretend that nothing happened; he would coldly say "I'm mine, it's not anyone else's turn to tell her what to do" when she was bullied.
Shen Mange began to feel excited, began to care, and began to want to get closer.
Until one day, she accidentally discovered the dusty original engagement contract - what was written on it should have been her name.
And this seemingly frail man clearly had muscle lines on his arms that were left behind by frequent gym visits.
It turned out that he was waiting for her from the beginning.
Later, rumors spread in the market: The sick boy of the Lu family was so pampered by his wife that he couldn't get out of bed.
Lu Yanshen's friends laughed like crazy: "Your Mange is really a doting husband."
Lu Yanshen lowered his head and looked at the red rope tied around his wrist. The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes were full of tenderness and deep meaning——
"Well, she didn't know that I had already recovered."
"Don't tell her."
"I want to be taken care of by her for a few more days."
