Young Master Feng's Hidden Marriage and Ugly Wife

The ward was small and dark.

Luo Yunchu's lips were pale, and his whole body was weak due to the sedative. On one side of his snow-white jade cheek, there was a large erythematous scar.

But a pair of eyes still stared coldly at the man and woman in front of him.

The man is his fiancé Ji Qiyang, and the woman is her stepsister, Luo Xiaoxue.

Three years ago, after that accident, she was sent to a mental hospital by them.

Luo Xiaoxue couldn't help showing pride in her eyes when she saw the once aloof young lady in such a state.

It's ugly.It's a world of difference from the glamorous and domineering she used to be.

In an instant, she leaned softly in Ji Qiyang's arms, "It's terrible, my sister must have suffered a lot."

"Yunchu...you have suffered, as long as you agree to our conditions, I can let you out today." Ji Qiyang's eyes were complicated, as if he couldn't bear it, and he seemed a little disgusted, but he didn't delay him and hugged Luo Xiaoxue.

When Luo Yun first heard the words, he sneered: "There is no need for you to pretend to be kind here."

"It is absolutely impossible for me to agree to such a ridiculous request."

The number one wealthy family in City A, the Feng family is the head of the family, and Feng Tingyuan became a vegetable due to a car accident.

But Mrs. Feng still didn't give up, she looked everywhere for a lady from a famous family who matched her horoscope, and married Feng Tingyuan.

It was Luo Xiaoxue's idea to let Luo Yunchu marry instead.

Now the Luo family has no leader, and the Baojiali jewelry company of the Luo family is on the verge of bankruptcy. She wants to use Luo Yunchu to obtain the Feng family's huge fortune of hundreds of billions.

In her eyes, the difference between a vegetative person and a dead person is only a pack of medicine.

Naturally, Luo Yunchu would never agree.

She would naturally wish to get out of the mental hospital, but if it is a condition of a human life, she is not really a lunatic, how could she have the heart to attack a vegetable.

"Yunchu, think about it carefully, as long as you succeed, I can still take care of you in the future..."

Looking at his ex-fiancee who was ugly on the hospital bed, but still had a slender figure and skin better than snow, Ji Qiyang began to lure him: "I will hire you the best plastic surgeon, and you will be as beautiful as before."

Hearing this, a trace of jealousy flashed in Luo Xiaoxue's eyes.

"Honey, you go out first, I have something to say to my sister alone."

Luo Xiaoxue didn't want him to talk anymore, so she pushed Ji Qiyang out and closed the door.

Turning around, she spoke softly, which shocked Luo Yunchu.

"Don't you want to know the cause of the fire that year?"

When she was drunk that year, Luo Yunchu accidentally became pregnant with a child, but Ji Qiyang refused to admit that it was hers, avoided seeing her, and got involved with Luo Xiaoxue.

Her father was also extremely disappointed in her, his face was cold, but he still found her a remote villa to raise the baby.

She had been depressed during pregnancy, and finally survived until the day of delivery, and it took a day and a night of dystocia before she gave birth to the child.

But that night, the villa caught fire abnormally, sealing the newly born child and the father who couldn't help caring and came to visit her together in the sea of ​​flames.

There were also many hideous burns on her body and face.

Luo Yun thought of the past at the beginning, and his nails dug into the palm of his hand: "Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

"Of course it's not me." Luo Xiaoxue sneered: "You don't need to test me, didn't you always check back then?"

"I know you. If you didn't have the heart to deal with me, you wouldn't put me in a mental hospital."

"As long as you agree to marry Feng Tingyuan, I will tell you the truth after the plan is completed."

Luo Yunchu was silent.

The death of her father and child, as well as the hideous scar on her face, have always been the pain in her heart.

"Okay, I'll marry."

……

Seven days later, seal the house.

Luo Yunchu was sitting by the bed, wearing a red wedding dress with a white gauze covering his face.

The Feng family was deserted, there was no wedding banquet, and there were no blessings from the guests. It was completely impossible to tell that today was the wedding of the head of the Feng family.

She turned to look at the man on the bed.

After a long silence, she said, "Mr. Feng, please give me your advice."

Silence answered her.

The man lying on the bed still had his eyes closed.

It's just that his facial features are handsome and his outline is deep. Even though he is sick and injured in bed, he still exudes an invisible sense of coercion, which makes people dare not approach him.

In fact, Luo Yunchu also had his own plans and plans.

When she was a child, she lived in the countryside with her grandmother, who was a Miao doctor. She learned a lot of Miao medicine prescriptions through hearing and seeing.

In the past, grandma had treated patients who were paralyzed in bed, and she wanted to try the same method on Feng Tingyuan.

Instead of agreeing to Luo Xiaoxue's conditions, he sought skin from the tiger.

Why not try to save the richest man in City A with Dr. Miao's prescription, and then use his power to find out the truth of the year.

Thinking of this, she quietly closed the window and took out the hidden tools.

First pricked Feng Tingyuan's acupuncture points with silver needles, and then used wormwood to burn his acupuncture points.

After completing this set of procedures, he still didn't move, but he was sweating a lot.

She took a hot towel and helped him wipe it off.

"Feng Tingyuan, how do you feel today? After sweating, your pores and acupuncture points will be unclogged, and you should feel better..."

After finishing all this, she turned off the lights and lay beside him with the pillow in her arms.

I didn't see it at all. In the darkness, the man's fingers moved slightly.

next morning.

She was brought before Mrs. Feng, performed her duties as a bride, and offered tea to her.

At this time, Mrs. Feng still had a three-year-old boy in her arms.

The little boy has exquisite facial features and is handsome and cute in a small black suit.

Looking at this child, Luo Yunchu thought of his own child who was buried in the flames.

If the child hadn't died young, wouldn't he be this old by now?

"Cough, Yunchu!"

Mrs. Feng's call made Luo Yunchu wake up, and she realized that she was serving tea to Mrs. Feng.

After drinking tea, Mrs. Feng inserted a pearl flower in Luo Yunchu's hair with her own hands, and put a red envelope on the tray.

"From today onwards, you will be the eldest daughter-in-law of my Feng family! From now on, you must take care of your husband and teach your children, be filial to your parents-in-law, and abide by women's morals..."

After Madam Feng finished teaching repentance, she sighed deeply,

"Although Tingyuan is unconscious now, he is your husband. You must take good care of him and don't neglect him! Don't worry, as long as you take good care of Tingyuan, our Feng family will not treat you badly. Of course, If you have any plots, we will not let you go."

These words are both kind and powerful, Luo Yunchu can tell that Mrs. Feng is a powerful character.

In fact, she married with sincerity, and didn't want to be opportunistic.

Ji Qiyang's betrayal has made her completely disappointed in love.

It's better to take advantage of the big tree of Feng's family to gradually strengthen herself, so that those who have harmed her will be punished.

"Got it, Mom!"

Luo Yunchu respectfully agreed.

After serving tea, Mrs. Feng didn't stay with her any longer, and cared about teasing the child in her arms.

She turned and left, originally wanting to go back and take care of Feng Tingyuan, to see how his recovery is going.

Just then, the maid came and told her.

"Young madam, your natal brother is here! He is waiting for you in the living room."

Luo Yunchu had only one stepsister, Luo Xiaoxue.

Where did my natal brother come from?