On Our Wedding Night, the Comatose Tycoon Woke with a Kiss

[Play the pig to eat the tiger + sweet romance + punishing scoundrels + minor supernatural powers] The nation’s top tycoon is left in a vegetative state after being attacked, and doctors across the country are helpless. A shabby little beggar with a veil covering her ugly face appears at the door: “I can save him, but he has to marry me.” Everyone thinks she’s a con artist, but after the tycoon marries the little beggar, he gets back on his feet, and the scoundrels scheming to seize his estate start trembling. “Fourth Young Master, are you going to divorce her? She’s so ugly, she doesn’t deserve you.” “Who’s ugly?” The tycoon points to the top ballerina in the North. “Is she ugly? Are you blind?” “Fourth Young Master, they say your wife broke the arms of five scoundrels with her bare hands. That’s ridiculous. She’s so petite and delicate. She’s obviously being framed.” The tycoon, sweating inwardly, lies with a straight face: “Right, my wife is delicate and easy to bully.” The petite wife with superhuman hearing: “Hubby, I heard the villain upstairs badmouthing you. I’m going to beat him up.” The petite wife with superhuman strength: “Hubby, are you hurt? Come here, let your wife carry you in her arms!”