"Tonight is our wedding night."
In the spacious room, Ye Nanzhi stood calmly before the sofa. Her pair of dark eyes stared unabashedly at the man in the wheelchair.
Across her, sat her husband, Shen Moze.
Tonight was their wedding night.
A few coughs echoed in the room, jarringly interrupting the silence and unnerving Ye Nanzhi.
As the coughing stopped, the man fixed his gaze on the petite woman in front of him. "All the women in S City are afraid to be my wife. Are you not?"
Shen Moze of S City, a notorious sickly entity, had always been in poor health, his condition now so serious that he had to be in a wheelchair, attended to by others.
Moreover, a fortuneteller had once told him that his life was weak and that he wouldn't live past thirty. This year, he turned twenty-nine.
There was a rule in the Shen family that widows were not allowed to remarry. This stipulation had made many women back off.
Despite all this, Ye Nanzhi chose to be his wife.
Of course, she had her reasons for choosing to marry him.
"What's there to be scared of? Everyone is destined to die. Even if I married a perfectly healthy man, I could still die in a car accident the day after the wedding. No one can guarantee that they'll live to see the sun the next day."
Because accidents usually occur when least expected.
Such a perspective...
"Quite interesting."
The man sat in his wheelchair, his face a pale hue, yet such pallor could not conceal his ink-dark eyes, tranquil and mysterious as the night.
He gently let his gaze skim over the woman's floral dress, then locked onto her cute, slightly plump face, her eyes as black as coal, clear and transparent.
But hidden in the depths of those eyes was a flicker of brightness.
"Cough...Ye Nanzhi, twenty-one years old, a third-year student majoring in photography, interested in comics, a food lover, with the biggest goal in life just to enjoy food and drink. Is that correct?"
The woman nodded, almost frantically, "You have a good memory, it's all correct."
Even though she was praising him, her words were without conviction.
"Do you know what you're getting into by marrying me?"
"I do know, to dispel bad luck, and then to have your child as soon as possible."
She didn’t know who came up with this ritual of dispelling bad luck, or who continued it till today.
Ye Nanzhi held back the urge to complain bitterly, after all, she had to play the role of a good wife.
"Do you know that before you, there was another woman who was supposed to marry me, but she lost her sanity before the wedding, and was sent overseas?"
"I know."
She knew more than just that, she had experienced it herself. On the day before she was to marry him, she had been kidnapped.
The person who kidnapped her had said that as long as she didn't marry Shen Moze, she would receive a large sum of money, enough for her to live overseas for a lifetime.
Such a tempting offer would be hard to resist for most people, yet...
Ye NanZhi's marriage to Shen MoZe was never about money, but a much more important mission.
Those people, when they saw that temptation didn't work, they turned to threatening. What a pity... violence was also useless against her.
They gravely underestimated Ye NanZhi.
"Very good, you have more courage than I thought."
"Perhaps not only courage, my temper is also not small, not easy to provoke."
His dark pupils narrowed, the interest in his eyes intensifying.
"But... my temper won't be directed at you, on the contrary, I’ll have your back from hereon, you can rest assured."
I'll have your back...
Unbelievable, someone would say such words to him, things were getting more and more interesting.
Cough, cough, cough...
