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

The Jiang family's brother looked at Qu Yue nervously. He took out his stun baton and threatened, "Let go of my sister or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Qu Yue did not speak. The silver needle in her hand was still pressed against Jiang Rou's neck, signaling her to speak.

Jiang Rou was so frightened by Qu Yue that her legs were trembling. She calmed herself down and said with a trembling voice. "You, you let go of me quickly. This has nothing to do with me!"

Upon hearing Jiang Rou's words, Qu Yue's gaze landed on Zhao Miao's face and she asked with a faint smile. "If it has nothing to do with you, who does it have to do with? If you don't tell the truth, I'll ruin your face. You care about your face, don't you?"

Jiang Rou's expression instantly changed. She cared about her face the most.

No, she couldn't let her face get hurt.

Internal Strife!