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

"Fuck, I gave you face but you refuse!" Wang Kun raised his hand towards Qu Yue's face. "Ah!"

However, before Wang Kun's hand could touch her, he was sent flying by Qu Yue's kick. His round face was filled with disbelief.

"Bang!" Wang Kun landed heavily on the ground and glared fiercely at Qu Yue.

The lights in the corridor gave off a dim yellow light. The light shone on her face. Everything about her was so tempting — her fair skin, her small face the size of a palm, her perky nose, and her cherry-red lips.

Wang Kun watched Qu Yue intently and could not help but retreat. He liked her but he was also afraid that she would lay her hands on him.

"Don't come over!" As Wang Kun spoke, he trembled as he supported himself with the wall and stood up. He pointed at Qu Yue's face and said, "Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Hell's Angel!