Summary

Forced to marry a man who is rumored to be suffering from an illness, the outside world is laughing at the Shayling widow. However, only Xia Ling knew how untrustworthy the rumors were! "Fu Yunting, what happened to you?!" *************** Bang! The sound of a violent collision, the friction between the wheels and the ground... "Help, help!" "It's going to explode, come with me!" Boom! Fiery light scattered in all directions, illuminating the pitch-black night sky. ... "Still sleeping? Splash her awake!" Hua! Cold water fell from the sky. Xia Ling, who was sleeping, shivered from the cold and suddenly opened her eyes. Countless sounds echoed in her ears and her thoughts paused for a moment. "Hmph, you can still sleep like this." Su Hee looked at Lan Ling who was leaning against the corner of the wall with disgust and her entire body was drenched. "Xia Ling, have you thought about it? Are you going to marry or not?" "Su Hee, I am not your daughter. You are not qualified to interfere with my marriage." Xia Ling got up and forcefully controlled her trembling body. Her beautiful apricot eyes were full of stubbornness. "Pa!" Su Hee slapped her face and coldness appeared in her eyes. "You son of a b * tch. If it wasn't for your father's business trip, do you think I would be willing to talk to you?" Shaking her red hand, Su Hee sneered, "Xia Ling, your luck is not bad. You have a prominent status in the Fu family. Fu Yuntine is also the future successor of the Fu's. If you marry him, you will be able to enjoy endless wealth and glory. If Old Madam Fu did not explicitly ask you to marry into the Fu's, do you think with your status? Can you climb up to the Fu family?" "What's wrong with my status?"