I'm Crazy About My Wife

Because of his premarital medical report, her fiancé ran away. He graciously offered, “I’m willing to marry you. Think of it as compensation.” * A wealthy-family romance between two virgins, devoted one-on-one love, a doting, feel-good story, and an adorable baby! She is an illegitimate daughter of the prestigious Mu family, rumored to be a pushover. But she slapped her elder sister and cursed out her stepmother. How is she a pushover? He is the only son of the Zhuang family. But he fell for her at first sight and dotes on her? She shook her head with a sigh. “Believe the rumors, and you’ve already lost.” Scene One: In the medical examination room, he narrowed his eyes and coolly pointed to the bed beside them. She blushed and did as he said. The man’s icy fingertips came to rest on her lower abdomen, gently tracing a scar that looked like a centipede. “Have you had a child?” She fell silent, then asked carefully, “Can you keep it a secret?” He raised an eyebrow, his expression cold. “Why?” “Because my fiancé won’t accept it.” “Oh?” The man suddenly leaned in, his handsome face close to hers. “Do you love him?” “No.” “Then why marry him?” “For money.” The man pursed his lips. “I’ll give you money. Marry me.” She stared at him in disbelief. “Why?” “Because my son urgently needs a stepmother.” Scene Two: On their wedding day, her elder sister barged in and pointed at her, asking the groom, “What does she have that I don’t? Why are you marrying her?” The groom, handsome beyond compare, was none other than him. He pulled her into his arms and smiled fondly. “She’s pure.” Her elder sister flew into a rage and shrieked, “How is this woman pure?” He smiled with murderous intent and raised an eyebrow. “How is she not pure?” Eyes wide, her elder sister bit her lip and demanded, “Then what’s wrong with me? Why didn’t you choose me?” This time, before he could answer, the bride stepped forward, holding up her wedding dress. “You’re someone else’s mistress now... How are you pure?” (P.S. If you like this story, add it to your bookshelf, follow it every day, and vote or send flowers (drool).) (P.P.S. I’m your little emperor, your little Zhanzhan, your little majesty, or your male idol’s mom. Oh yeah!)