My Paper-Doll Husband Has Returned from the Dead

Everyone in Rongcheng knew that the Fang family's eldest daughter was going to marry into the century-old Xiao clan and soar to new heights.

But no one expected that in the end, the one carried off in the Xiao family's bridal sedan was the younger daughter, Fang Miao.

Fang Miao was an uneducated layabout who loved doing nothing but playing games on her phone all day.

Her parents had always favored her more capable older sister, so they kicked the neglected Fang Miao out and made her take her sister's place as the bride.

On her wedding day, Fang Miao was carried into a deserted old mansion beneath a red bridal veil. The grounds were dilapidated and desolate, giving the place the unmistakable air of a haunted house.

Fang Miao turned pale, unable to believe it, overcome with grief.

She shouted in despair, "There's no internet in this dump?! You might as well send me straight to hell!"

Suddenly, a gust of ghostly wind blew open the doors to the hall where the couple were to pay their respects to Heaven and Earth.

Fang Miao trembled as she stepped inside. There stood a strange paper effigy in the middle of the room.

It was a male paper effigy dressed in Republican-era clothing, with round patches of rouge on its flat cheeks. The kind often found at funerals, it looked eerie and terrifying.

Most terrifying of all, a wedding sash with a large red flower was tied across its chest.

A low, hoarse voice sounded from nowhere. "Remember... from now on, I am your husband. You must stay here and keep me company."

Fang Miao fell silent for a moment, then timidly raised her phone and asked, "Hey, could you get someone to install a router? You can even be my dad if you want."

The paper effigy: "..."

That very night, the Xiao family patriarch received a dream visitation from their ancestor. He hurriedly notified a construction crew to renovate the old mansion and install internet and electricity.

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After getting married, Fang Miao lived like she was in heaven.

Her many friends hadn't seen her in ages, so they bombarded her with calls.

Her best friend asked curiously, "Miao Miao, which Mr. Xiao did you marry? How come I've never heard of him?"

This was an easy one.

Fang Miao smiled confidently. "Just an ordinary old ancestor, that's all."

The group chat went quiet for a moment.

Someone else asked, "Then... what kind of person is your husband?"

Fang Miao looked up at the paper husband hanging from her clothesline, swaying in the breeze. She lowered her head and tapped out a reply: "He's a paper cutout."

Everyone: "..." Had she gone crazy?

Rich-family marriages really did drive people mad.

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After more than a hundred years, Xiao Yusui finally found his own corpse, which had been kept perfectly intact.

In his early twenties, he was naturally refined and handsome, with a face like jade.

Xiao Yusui nodded in satisfaction. His little wife would surely like this type.

But when Fang Miao saw his real, living body, she looked troubled. "Hey..."

Xiao Yusui suddenly felt uneasy.

Fang Miao's expression turned solemn. She took out a luxury-brand lipstick, gripped Xiao Yusui's chin, and painted a thick circle of rouge on each of his cheeks. After looking him over from every angle, she finally let out a satisfied sigh.

"Now that's more like it!"

Xiao Yusui sighed helplessly. His little wife was so cute, of course he'd spoil her...

Theme: May the world always treat you gently.