7 Chapters Every 20.6 Day(s) 131 Readers 0 Reviews 03-15-2025
On the day he was forced into marriage, Ruan Zhen awakened.
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He realized he was the cannon fodder stepmother in a melodramatic novel - after his husband's death, he would be forcibly taken and humiliated by his stepsons, eventually becoming a broken ragdoll who dies on a freezing winter night.
He wasn't even the main character.
So after his death, those executioners would continue living happily, carefree and lawless.
Why should they?
His dreams and dignity, body and future, even his soul - all trampled upon so wantonly -
Ruan Zhen's face turned pale as he listened to the butler's disdainful voice:
"After marriage, you'll be the young madam of our Song family. Your monthly allowance will be..."
Before he could finish, Ruan Zhen decisively pressed his fingerprint onto the document.
This time, he wouldn't waste energy on futile resistance, nor would he walk down the path to tragedy.
After all, as a cannon fodder stepmother, the old man would soon kick the bucket.
Heh, what a joyous occasion.
At the solemn funeral soon after, Ruan Zhen wore a striking black mourning dress, his smooth calves exposed, his face flushed -
When cornered by the pack of hungry wolves that were his stepsons, they suddenly fell silent, respectfully addressing the man who entered as "Third Uncle."
Song Shuling, dressed in a solemn black suit with a small white flower pinned to his chest, spoke with mockery in his eyes: "My eldest brother just passed, and you're already this eager?"
His wise eldest brother had suddenly insisted on marrying a man against all opposition. Song Shuling had been away at the time, and by the time he returned, it was a done deal. This stranger he'd never met had become his sister-in-law.
What a joke.
Even more ridiculous was the indecent exposure of legs at a funeral.
Utterly improper.
Just as Song Shuling was about to turn and leave, he saw Ruan Zhen staggering towards him. He didn't dodge, instead catching him in his arms.
"Save... save me!"
Ruan Zhen looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes: "Third Master, save me!"
Song Shuling's breath caught.
Damn, no wonder the old man couldn't resist.
What a f*cking enchantress.
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