I'm Ill-Fated, You're Blessed: We Were Made for Each Other

Shen Wanwan was born able to see other people’s fortune and turn it to her own advantage. But love clouded her judgment. She destroyed her own fortune, condemning her entire family to exile in a bitterly cold wasteland, where not one of them survived. She herself met her end in a blazing inferno. When she opened her eyes again, Shen Wanwan decided that anyone who wanted a lovesick fool could have one. She was going to shine on her own. The treacherous top scholar had used her to take the fall, then wanted to burn the bridge behind him. She would send him plunging into an abyss and pin every scandal on him: domestic disgrace, embezzlement, and treason. She devoured the new top scholar’s fortune until none remained, awakening the medical legacy hidden in her bloodline. The heir of the Duke’s mansion, guilty of every evil under the sun, coveted her beauty and wanted her as his bride. Without hesitation, she accepted the wedding invitation. No sense turning down the nourishment that came knocking at her door. Her medical skills advanced by leaps and bounds, and she soon became a renowned physician. In turn, within a few months, she had drained the entire Duke’s mansion of its fortune, and the whole family was executed. From then on, she earned a terrible reputation as a woman cursed to bring calamity to everyone around her. Shen Wanwan scoffed. So what if she was cursed? Better that than being a lovesick fool who didn’t even know how she’d die. Yet some people still had a death wish and kept coming to her. Looking at the man who had come to offer himself, Shen Wanwan hesitated. Apart from being far too handsome, far too talented, and from far too good a family, there wasn’t a single thing wrong with him. It hardly seemed fair to absorb him as nourishment. She declined tactfully. “My life is too fragile. I’m not suitable for you, Your Highness.” The man smiled. “How fortunate. I was born with more blessings than I can handle.”