Second Young Master Shen, the richest man in the capital, was a living man in a vegetative state. He had been lying in bed for seven years. Old Master Shen had chanced upon a fortune teller who claimed that the daughter of a widow living in the countryside with the surname Wang could bring Second Young Master Shen good fortune. Maybe he might still have a chance to live. 
This widow with the surname Wang was Qu Yue's adoptive mother. Her adoptive mother could not bear to part with her precious daughter, so she coerced Qu Yue to marry into the Shen family. "Your younger sister has a good boyfriend and is currently pregnant. If she marries over, the Shen family will not let us off! We've raised you for so many years, and now we're sending you to be the young lady of a wealthy family. What else do you have to be unsatisfied about?" 
Eventually, Qu Yue became the bride that was supposed to turn the Shen family's misfortune around. She knew that once she was sent to the Shen family, she would become the scapegoat if she could not cure Second Young Master Shen's illness. Everyone was waiting to see this ridiculous superstition fail. Unexpectedly, Second Young Master Shen awakened on the night of their marriage. Even so, there were still people who laughed at how the Second Young Mistress was a country bumpkin. 
The next day, someone revealed that the Second Young Mistress, Qu Yue, had the face of an angel but the body of a succubus. The public continued to lash out at her. "No matter how good looking she is, she's just a flower vase. Second Young Master Shen would never fall for a woman who came from the countryside like her." Despite the rumors, Shen Ting defended her. "My precious wife is my lucky star. Today, all the lights in the streets light up for you, Yue'er."

Curing My Comatose Husband On Our Wedding Night

Shen Ting watched as the girl walked through the crowd indifferently. It seemed that she felt too warm. She lifted her hand to sweep the hair plastered to her forehead towards the back.

The girl's eyes seemed to have returned to normal. When Shen Ting saw those calm eyes, he paused.

A thought flashed across his mind!

Those eyes were exactly the same as his little bride's eyes.

"Second Young Master," the person standing beside Shen Ting called out cautiously. "Shall we go in now?"

Shen Ting retracted his gaze indifferently and nodded slightly. He thought that person really resembled his little bride, but his little bride probably wouldn't come here.

Qu Yue left the dance floor and headed towards Lin Xi and Old A's seats. As soon as she sat down, she received two starry eyes.

I Am Already Married