Master Hong's Lucky Bride

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Panda Novel

She took a glance at the man lying quietly on the bed. She felt that this half-dead Zhuang Hong was much more pleasing to the eye than those men. At the very least, he would lie there obediently, not looking at her lewdly, and not making her feel disgusted. He was like a doll to her. He only listened to her quietly. It was really good.

Cen Shuang had just bent down when the door to the man's room opened. Lan Yibai had someone bring her hot milk and she was holding a basin of water.

Cen Shuang was about to take it when Lan Yibai sidestepped her. "Let me do it. It might be too embarrassing for you since you only just got married."

She was going to... wipe Zhuang Hong's body! Cen Shuang was stunned and turned around, her face red. Although she was prepared, it was too sudden. Although Zhuang Hong looked good, she could not strip a man naked.

Lan Yibai was not surprised by her reaction. She unbuttoned his shirt and lifted the blanket. She said calmly, "If you see Uncle Tinghao after this, avoid him. You two won't get along."

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She understood Lan Yibai's words. She wanted her to stay away from Zhuang Tinghao so that she would not turn her son into a cuckold. "I understand, madam."

"You should change how you said that."

Cen Shuang whispered, "Mom!" Her face was still red.

Lan Yibai was done with her work. She looked at Cen Shuang and said, "I won't do it in the future. Since you've married into the Zhuang family and since you're Zhuang Hong's wife, I'll let you take care of him. After all, he's not a child."

Lan Yibai's tone was not heavy, but what she heard was soul-stirring. She looked at the towel in Lan Yibai's hand and then looked at Zhuang Hong, who was already dressed neatly on the bed. Cen Shuang felt that marrying into the Zhuang family might not be as good as she had imagined. Being with a half-dead husband would not be as easy as she had thought.

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Lan Yibai did not point it out and smiled. Then, she took the things she had brought and left.

Cen Shuang sat in front of the bed and looked at the quiet man on the bed. After a long time, she said in a low voice, "Hello, Zhuang Hong. I'm Cen Shuang, your wife."

It was already early the next morning when Cen Shuang woke up. She turned around and saw the man lying next to her. She was married. She was the young madam of the Zhuang family. Cen Shuang sized up the man beside her. The man next to her did not move at all throughout the night, he was indeed a vegetable and it seemed like he only knew how to breathe. She actually slept next to a strange man. Moreover, she slept very well. Perhaps it was because she knew that the man next to her was harmless or perhaps it was because the Cen family had fallen. Either way, the Zhuang family was a safe haven for her now, and she had let down her guard.

Cen Shuang got up, changed her clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash up. She looked at the man lying unmoving in bed and returned to the bathroom with a towel. After the incident with the Cen family, she thought that she would never get married. However, she was very satisfied with the Zhuang family's safe haven. She casually wiped her hands and face. Cen Shuang went downstairs. The Zhuang family had already woken up. When Cen Shuang walked closer, she realized that even her new uncle's family, who lived outside, had come. Could it be that they wanted to drink tea with the new daughter-in-law?

When Father Cen was still alive, he liked to drink tea. Therefore, Cen Shuang's tea-making skills were not bad. Zhuang Tinghao's eyes were glued to her from the moment she came downstairs. Cen Shuang pretended that she did not see it and obediently brought a cup of tea to Old Master Zhuang first. She picked up another cup and brought it to Lan Yibai. "Mother, please have some tea."

Lan Yibai smiled as she pulled her hand and fastened a jade bracelet around her wrist. "Have a seat. The Zhuang family doesn't have such rules. You don't have to do this for us in the future."

No matter what, Cen Shuang had picked a good mother-in-law. Perhaps it was because she knew that her son could not treat her well, so she took the opportunity to do it. This way, she could keep her.

"Thank you, Mom." Cen Shuang looked at the expensive item around her wrist and did not reject it. She thought to herself, 'Could this be a family heirloom of the Zhuang family? I wonder if it's worth 30 million.'

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After the family had breakfast, Cen Shuang finally had some time to herself. Apart from sponging Zhuang Hong, she was as comfortable in the Zhuang family's house as she had been when she was only the eldest daughter of the Cen family. Cen Shuang found a few comic books in Zhuang Hong's study and sat in the rose garden downstairs. The sunlight shone through the mottled rose bushes, spilled onto her face, and over the book she held.

It was August, and she could still feel a hint of cold as she sat under the shade of the trees in the morning. Thinking about how she would be stuck in this large courtyard for the rest of her life, Cen Shuang could not help but smile. The Cen family had already lost everything, so she should waste no time feeling reticent. It was already very difficult to find a good life, let alone a life of spending money without needing to work.

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Her husband was obedient, and her mother-in-law was caring and considerate. Most importantly, she could buy any betrothal gifts from the Zhuang family. Wasn't this the marriage that every woman in the world dreamed of?

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Cen Shuang fell asleep as she thought about it. In her dreams, a huge hand crept up her shoulder and landed on her face.