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Master Hong's Lucky Bride

Cen Shuang used to be the daughter of a wealthy family. After she fell from grace, she was forced to bend her back just to make sure she had enough food. She was sold by her uncle for 10 million to the wealthy Zhuang family as the bride that would counter the bad luck in the Zhuang family. She married Young Master Zhuang, who went into a comatose after a car accident. Everyone viewed the marriage between the fallen daughter of a once rich family and the comatose young master as ridiculous. The socialites who were once under Cen Shuang's feet were all waiting to see Cen Shuang make a fool of herself. Unexpectedly, on the night of their wedding, Zhuang Hong, who was in a vegetative state, suddenly woke up. Cen Shuang instantly transformed into the Zhuang family's benefactor, and the Zhuang family were extremely protective of her as they doted on her. Grandpa Zhuang asked, "Lil Shuang'er, do you want a black card?" Mr. Zhuang asked, "Lil Shuang'er, are you bored staying at home all day? Should I give you a company to toy around with?" Mrs. Zhuang said, "This is the newest season's haute couture. Throw those in the last season away since you've already worn them." Zhuang Hong, “Nothing about my wife concerns you!” From necessities to food and accommodation, the man did everything himself and spoilt Cen Shuang to the extremes. Outsiders were jealous of Cen Shuang's good fortune, but little did they know that this joyous occasion had been long premeditated. Zhuang Hong, "A single look lasted for ten thousand years. After many twists and turns, I finally married the girl I like." Cen Shuang, "I thought that there will only be darkness in my life, but there's a silver lining waiting for me."

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110 Chs

It Was Not a Good Time

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After a while, Cen Shuang knocked on the door and realized that something was not right. This was also her room. Why did she have to knock? Cen Shuang bolstered her courage, pushed the door open and saw Zhuang Hong sitting on the bed.

The man was just sitting upright on the bed. At this moment, he was looking at the tablet in his hand. His deep black eyes were emitting charm. His slightly furrowed brows revealed a trace of seriousness. The bright light outside the window shone on his face. It illuminated his pale facial features. His serious expression was magnetic. The moment Cen Shuang looked over, she felt as though her chest had been struck. She could not shift her gaze away. Zhuang Hong had been bedridden for a long time, and that made his breathing seem weak and sickly. However, Cen Shuang felt that he was not quite the same as other patients in this situation.