The night before her wedding, she got drunk and set off a little spark, angering her supposedly impotent fiancé. He hauled her home for a physical examination.
“Your breasts are too small!” the devil declared with exaggerated seriousness, peering through a magnifying glass.
Xia Qianzi gritted her teeth and endured it.
“Your waist isn’t slender enough! Your legs aren’t long enough. Second-rate!” The devil pushed his luck.
Xia Qianzi exploded. “Still better than your defective goods!”
“Defective goods? Are you sure you mean me?” The devil gave her a wicked grin.
A month later, she had never shared a bed with the devil, yet she stood holding a pregnancy test, close to tears. “I only called you defective goods. Was it really necessary to give yourself a cuckold’s hat and get me pregnant?”
She was a top student specializing in men’s health, ordered to marry him and treat his illness. She failed to cure him, but somehow ended up pregnant with the child of a mysterious man.
To protect the baby in her womb, she tried everything to escape, but he caught her and dragged her back time and again, keeping her locked up by force. “Woman, you haven’t cured my illness yet. Don’t even think about running away!”
