A Bride for Good Fortune, Kissed Nightly by a Frail Tycoon

“At this rate, the young master probably won’t make it through this winter.”

Sold into the Lu family, Shen Zhimian plans to keep her head down until her husband dies, then take the money and leave.

But nobody told her that the sickly man who coughs himself hoarse all day and once scared a caretaker out of her wits would pin her in a corner and kiss her every night!

“Don’t move. Help me put on a show.” The man’s fingers are icy, but his gaze burns as if he’s about to devour her.

“Lu Yancheng, you’re not sick at all!”

“Who says I’m not?” His voice is aggrieved yet excited. “Does lovesickness count?”

Everyone thinks Shen Zhimian is just an innocent country girl who stumbled into a wealthy family.

Until the day she shows up with the account books and lays waste to the Lu Group’s board of directors.

The room is stunned. “Wasn’t she supposed to be some country girl nobody wanted?”

Seated at the head of the table, Lu Yancheng casually twirls his wedding ring.

“I forgot to introduce her. This is my wife, and the Lu Group’s future chief decision-maker.”