“Big sis, hug me~”
Looking at the fool in front of her, who was 6'3", had a six-pack, and was now sucking on his finger while acting cute, Ye Qinghuan could only feel a headache coming on.
Forced by her wicked stepmother, she had taken her younger sister’s place and married Pei Si, the foolish young master of Jiangcheng’s most powerful family, whose brain had been damaged by a high fever.
Everyone laughed that her life was over. Even the household servants dared to walk all over her.
Ye Qinghuan accepted her fate. So what if he was a fool? At least he was handsome and obedient. She protected him like a son, and if anyone dared insult him, she was ready to fight them to the death.
But gradually, she realized something was off.
Anyone who had bullied her either went bankrupt or ended up in jail the very next day. Anything she casually mentioned liking would fill the entire room by morning.
Then her stepmother joined forces with her scumbag father and tried to abduct her to entertain an old man.
At the critical moment, the front door was kicked open.
Her foolish husband, who chased her around every day begging for candy, stood there in a custom-made black suit, his gaze so cold and fierce he looked like a demon straight out of hell. He kicked her scumbag father flying.
Then he turned and drew the still-shaken Ye Qinghuan into his arms. His deep, magnetic voice no longer held the slightest hint of foolishness. “You dare lay a finger on my woman, Pei Si’s woman? How many lives do you have to pay for it?”
Ye Qinghuan froze. “You… you’re not a fool?”
Pei Si lowered his head and kissed her lips hungrily. “If I didn’t pretend to be one, how would I get my wife to cuddle me to sleep every night?”
