The wedding room adorned with big red "happiness" (囍) characters.
On the bed, the man lay there quietly as if he were asleep.
His features were delicate, his face sharp and angular.
Even lying motionless on the bed, one could still feel the commanding presence he exuded—distinguished, aloof, indifferent.
This was Su Xiaoli's newlywed husband, Qin Yihan.
A comatose man.
Half a month ago, he was involved in a car accident; a severe blow to the brain had the doctors saying he might never wake up in this lifetime.
The once highly esteemed man had turned into half-dead, his company taken over by his younger brother, his subordinates scattered, and even his fiancée had run away.
The Qin Family offered a generous reward to find someone to marry him for good luck, the price increasing with each bid.
With a hefty sum at stake, there are always brave volunteers, and Su Zhenye was one of those who would stoop to any level for money.
Wanting the money but reluctant to marry off his treasured daughter Su Yaoyao, he had no choice but to pick up Su Xiaoli, who had been thrown aside in the countryside for years, and hurriedly marry her off.
After taking off her wedding gown, Su Xiaoli squatted beside the bed, staring at the face for a long time, "You're so handsome; it would be nice if you weren't in a coma."
But he was not lacking in wealth or looks; if he weren't comatose, she probably wouldn't have had the chance to marry him, right?
The young girl sighed and consoled herself, "Actually, marrying you isn't so bad, at least you're a feast for the eyes. When I'm feeling upset, just looking at you would uplift my mood."
However, speaking of feasting on beauty...
She was actually getting quite hungry.
Today was their wedding day, and although the groom hadn't shown up, not a single ritual was missed. She walked the red carpet holding a rooster wearing a bow tie, took her vows, and exchanged rings.
After an exhausting day, having had only a glass of wedding wine, her hunger had her stomach stuck to her spine!
So, the young girl stood up, rubbing her stomach as she made her way downstairs.
As the door closed, the man lying on the bed slowly opened his profound and indifferent eyes.
"Brother, I've got the information on Su Xiaoli; she is the daughter of Su Zhenye and his first wife. Twelve years ago, when Su Zhenye's current mistress came into power, her mother couldn't take the blow and committed suicide by jumping into the sea. She has been living with her uncle in the countryside all these years."
"Her cousin from her uncle's side has leukemia and has been untreated due to poverty. But after she agreed to marry you, Su Zhenye paid for her cousin's treatment."
Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, the man's expression remained impassive, "Understood."
"Brother."
After discussing serious matters, a sly smile appeared on the face of the man on the other end of the line, "I saw the little sister-in-law today; she's quite pretty."
"You've been single for over twenty years. If little sister-in-law sleeps beside you tonight, will you be able to hold yourself back?"
"Why don't you stop pretending? A night of springtime is worth a thousand pieces of gold…"
"Get lost."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Yihan lay back down on the bed.
After a while, the bedroom door was kicked open.
The girl who kicked in the door was carrying a tray; on it was steaming rice and chicken soup.
She pulled over a small table and chair and sat down beside the bed.
Although everyone said Qin Yihan might never wake up, Su Xiaoli felt that one must not give up as long as there was a sliver of hope.
So, before getting married, she made a point of consulting the doctor on what could be done to help create a miracle.
The doctor suggested she start with smell, hearing, and touch.
Su Xiaoli came up with a plan.
For the sense of smell, she would cook delicious food every day and eat in front of him since she was a good cook.
For hearing, she would smack her lips and talk to him while eating.
As for touch, Su Xiaoli chose to give up.
This Qin Yihan was too precious; even his regular care was done by professional nurses, and with her clumsy hands, she didn't dare to touch him.
"Qin Yihan."
Glancing at the man's stern face, the girl picked up the chicken soup, "Actually, my cooking is pretty good. If you want to eat, you should wake up soon!"
After speaking, she began eating her food with a happy smile towards him.
Qin Yihan's eyes narrowed slightly.
The aroma of the chicken soup filled his nostrils, and the small and exquisite girl sat on the chair, eating seriously.
The way she ate was so earnest that it made it seem like the food in her bowl was the most delicious in the world.
This was the first time Qin Yihan saw a girl eat this way.
Not graceful, not gentle, even somewhat crude.
Yet it stimulated one's nerves, making one feel the urge to snatch the food from in front of her and eat it themselves.
The sweetness of the chicken soup made Su Xiaoli's hungry stomach feel much better, and she began to talk more.
"The kitchen at home is too empty; I searched for ages to find just a bag of rice."
"But thank goodness the house had that chicken, which took your place in our vows today!"
A vein throbbed on Qin Yihan's forehead.
He squinted at the steaming bowl of chicken soup...
So, the chicken that stood in for him ended up in the stew?
Round it up, and it's like this woman murdered her husband on their wedding night, and then... cooked and ate him?
Su Xiaoli took another sip of the soup, "After all, it's the chicken that went through the wedding ceremony with me, it just tastes better!"
Qin Yihan: "..."
It wasn't long before the bowl in front of Su Xiaoli was empty.
The girl cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and took them downstairs, then came back for a shower.
Wrapped in a bath towel and standing in the bedroom, Su Xiaoli hesitated for a while, but in the end, she decided to make a bed on the floor with a pillow.
Her sleeping habits were bad, and he couldn't move or resist.
If she were to sleep in the same bed as Qin Yihan... perhaps she would crush him to death with a flip in her dreams.
She couldn't bear the charge of murdering her husband.
Before turning off the light, the girl looked up at the man lying on the bed, feeling that doing nothing on their wedding night lacked a sense of ceremony.
So she pursed her lips and cautiously approached, squatting by the bed.
Under the light, his facial features were sculpted, his angles sharp.
She silently swallowed.
He was truly handsome, even better-looking than the movie star Qing Ze whom her best friend was obsessed with.
Since he was already her husband today... she... should probably leave her mark, right?
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than her lips were already in action.
The girl's tender lips kissed the side of the man's ear and sucked fiercely until she left a red kiss mark, smiling satisfactorily only then.
After kissing his ear, the woman's gaze stopped on the man's thin lips.
A sneak kiss on their wedding night, nobody would know, right?
The girl carefully leaned over, pressing her pink lips to his.
The man's lips were cool but tactilely pleasing; Su Xiaoli shamelessly kissed once, then again.
Qin Yihan's brows knitted tightly together.
This woman had been testing his limits all evening!
Once he regained his identity later, he wouldn't spare her!
But her lips were indeed sweet.
Sweet enough to ignite a desire in him to pin her down and claim her fiercely.
This time, Su Xiaoli kissed him more boldly for a while longer.
When she finally let go of him, she could clearly see the man's sensual Adam's apple... moving!
The girl's eyes widened in shock.
Her gaze drifted downward...
Su Xiaoli's face heated up with embarrassment.
After a while, she patted her hot cheeks excitedly, "Could it be that kissing him like this will make him react?"
This discovery thrilled her.
A reaction... did that mean he had feelings?
If there were feelings, could he possibly come to his senses?
With that, the girl pounced again, furiously kissing the man's lips.
Her clumsy and hasty kissing technique caused a fire to rise continuously in the man's heart.
Qin Yihan suppressed the palpitations deep within him.
From his angle, he could clearly see her sincere and stubborn eyes while she was kissing him.
This foolish woman.
Her kisses became deeper and more excessive.
In the end, the man couldn't help but furrow his brows and raised his hand to press the switch under him.
With a "click", the entire room instantly went dark.
A blackout?
Su Xiaoli paused, hurriedly climbing off Qin Yihan.
But the moment she got up, she was caught by a pair of large hands. The man flipped over, pinning her beneath him and kissed her fiercely—