“You forced your way through my pure Yang body last night, and after it was over, you still complained that I was bad in bed?!”
Qin Tian, a deadly killer from the Kunlun Forbidden Zone, is ordered to descend the mountain and call off his engagement. But a seal suppressing his heaven-appointed destiny leaves him looking like a delicate, pure-hearted young Daoist.
He plans to end their fated connection by breaking off the engagement, but from the start, a cold CEO whose bloodline is rebelling against her forces herself on him and makes him the key ingredient in her antidote!
After one wild night, trillionaire CEO Lu Hanshuang pulls out a marriage certificate. “I took your Daoist virginity, so I'll take responsibility! Let's get registered. From now on, I'll protect you in Beihai!”
The haughty CEO thinks she's taken in a helpless, delicate little puppy, and launches into full-on husband-protection mode:
“Anyone who dares touch my husband, I'll ruin their whole family's future!”
Watching his domineering, adoring wife block every threat in front of him, Qin Tian quietly puts away the Yama Command that could summon the world to his side.
“Fine. Since I've got someone protecting me, I'll happily live off my wife! But anyone who tries to take away my easy life is getting their entire clan sent to the afterlife!”
By day, he's a sweet, obedient husband who lets his wife dote on him and fuss over him at home.
By night, he slaughters the powerful crime bosses, foreign mercenaries, and hidden ancient martial arts masters who dare to torment his beloved wife!
Then his gorgeous fiancées start turning up one after another, including a warrior goddess senior sister, a miracle-working physician with ghostly hands, and a queen of assassins, each holding a marriage contract...
The CEO instantly draws her gun, bristling with rage. “This little Daoist is my legally wedded property! Anyone who tries to take him, I'll wipe them out with my entire fortune!”
Qin Tian reaches back and locks the door. “Don't get worked up, honey. Tonight, I'll show you who's really bad in bed!”
Only seven marriage letters, too few