After the Good-Luck Marriage, the Fake-Blind Mad Dog Gets Jealous Every Day

Xie Yu, a max-level master of the mystic arts, transmigrated into the body of a fake young master from a wealthy family. As a bonus, he was bundled off to bring good luck through marriage to Fu Jingzhi, the capital's number-one mad dog.

Everyone expected the blind, crippled big shot to torture him to death.

Xie Yu didn't care. He got free room and board, and could cultivate by borrowing the extreme yin purple energy in Fu Jingzhi's body. They both got what they wanted.

A year later, the baleful energy was gone and their agreement expired.

Xie Yu picked up his bag and had just reached the door when a dull thud sounded behind him.

The high-and-mighty tycoon had crashed onto the carpet, wheelchair and all, and was clutching Xie Yu's trouser leg. His eyes were faintly red, and his voice was hoarse. "Xie Yu, my legs hurt. I can't see either..."

Xie Yu looked down at him and pulled out his phone. "Want me to call a funeral home's hearse for you?"

Keep pretending. Go on.

Three days ago, he'd already drained the Gu worm from this mad dog's body. Now the guy could carry his wheelchair up ten flights of stairs without even breaking a sweat, and he still expected Xie Yu to believe he was blind?