To successfully pressure her son into getting married, Su Xiu turned her home into a ghost wedding venue and invited all their friends and family to witness the occasion. She set a trap for her own son. As soon as people came through the door, she took the paper bride's hand and declared, "Pick one: the living or the dead."
Two choices. Simple enough.
He Zhenxing turned to look at the paper bride. Marrying a dead person meant no worries and no sadness, and only three anniversaries a year: Tomb-Sweeping Day, the Double Ninth Festival, and the Ghost Festival. He could devote himself wholeheartedly to work. It sounded like a pretty good deal.
Except his mother might kick him in front of everyone and send him off to be reincarnated.
Luckily, although Su Xiu was eager for him to marry, she wasn't the type to force a match. She'd paid a fortune to hire a master who would supposedly divine He Zhenxing's destined partner and get straight to the point. He had no choice but to let the master read his fortune.
With everyone waiting expectantly, the master opened his mouth and said, "Go donate bone marrow first. If you don't, you'll never have a wife in this life."
The next day, a rumor spread through H City's elite circles: the young Mr. He of Shengshi Group was looking for a wife through bone marrow donation. If you got leukemia now, you might still have a chance.
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Love is like a cup of wine. You don't know what it's like until you drink it, but just one sip can turn a workaholic into a hopeless romantic.
One dazzling glimpse in the hospital garden, and He Zhenxing's heart finally thawed. Every look he cast at Luo Qing afterward became another reason he fell deeper.
His impression of Luo Qing was: beautiful, gentle, lovely, fragile.
In He Zhenxing's eyes, Luo Qing was like a little white flower in the autumn wind. If he looked away for even a second, it might wilt the next.
He had to protect him carefully, ever so carefully.
That was until He Zhenxing watched the supposedly fragile young man, on his first day out of the hospital, kick a muscle-bound man flying and pin him beneath his foot. In a cold voice, he said, "Did you think getting leukemia meant I couldn't beat you anymore?"
Theme: Don't cling to the misfortunes of the past. Carry the love you have now as you move forward.
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