Lin Bing was an unlucky office worker pulling a late-night shift when he finally collapsed at his post.
When he opened his eyes again, would you look at that, he was right in the middle of a wedding night.
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Before Lin Bing had even come to his senses, a stunning woman in red, graceful and charming, came strolling over, trailing a faint fragrance.
But the beauty was holding a bloodstained knife.
Lin Bing rolled his eyes back and passed out.
Yes, that's right. He's 188 cm tall, with eight-pack abs, strong and brimming with vigor, but he faints at the sight of blood.
In his daze, he seemed to hear someone cry out in surprise.
"No way! The sixth one went down that fast!"
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The heir to the Marquis of Ning'an's household was a notorious homosexual. Being gay wasn't unusual, but a gay man who had managed to kill off five husbands in a row was a rare sight indeed.
The first drowned, the second choked to death, and the third fell into a cesspit while walking home at night. The fourth...
Lin Bing was the only one to make it to his wedding night.
But his luck probably wasn't much better. He passed out on his wedding night before they could do anything.
Another short-lived one.
Short-lived Lin Bing had only one thing to say: this was ridiculous.
He wasn't exactly thrilled, but they were already married. What was he supposed to do, get a divorce?
As a materialist, he didn't believe in fortune-telling.
In the first month, Lin Bing fell seriously ill.
In the second month, Lin Bing broke a bone.
In the sixth month, Lin Bing took a sword for the heir and was left half-dead.
In the first year, Lin Bing looked at the heir, whose clothes were half undone, and gave in without a shred of backbone, accepting his role as the heir's wife.
Wealth and luxury plus a beautiful wife? Anyone who'd turn that down would be a fool.
In the capital, people never stopped betting on when the marquisate's sixth young master would die. But even after the heir had outlasted everyone and become a marquis, that sixth young master was still alive and well.
A certain sixth young master: "Thanks for asking. A husband and no children means twice the happiness."
[Warnings]
This may not suit fans who are strongly attached to either the gong or the shou.
No need to tell me if you drop the story.
The author's inventions are everywhere.
The writing is terrible.
Theme: No matter what difficulties you face, keep fighting to stay alive.
