Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Lin Lulu: "Dead, dead?"

He then shouted, "I didn't kill him! I only injured his hand!" His survival instinct was palpable.

The man stepped forward, pressing his feet against hers, his aura instantly radiating, enveloping her in the world he had created for her, his kingly presence ever-present.

Then, seemingly on a whim, he uttered a sentence that would change Lin Lulu's life forever: "According to the inheritance distribution system, all of his property and power are now under your command."

Three seconds later.

"Ha—hahaha—pfft—I'm sorry! I didn't mean to laugh! Waaaaah—my poor husband! How could you die? What's the use of all the money you left me? I only wanted you! Without you, even the finest delicacies taste like pickled vegetables, and luxury brands feel like burlap. Waaaaah—husband, wake up! Wake up! Don't leave me!"

As Lin Lulu shouted, she racked her brains. The reversal came too fast. Just when she was scared to death and thought she was going to die, she unexpectedly survived.

Moreover, she became the wife of the deceased richest man?

Men's biggest dream in this life: to get promoted, make money, and have their wives die.

Doesn't that mean she's bringing honor to all women now?

The man in front of her kept staring at her, his expression particularly strange, as if it had been stained with ink.

Could he be Jing Sichen's loyal bodyguard or butler?

After all, that physique looks incredibly strong and powerful!

Her subconscious reaction just now must have annoyed him!

She rubbed her eyes with her hands, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't squeeze out any tears.

Looking at the man, she said cautiously, "Although Jing Sichen and I never developed feelings for each other, I'm very traditional at heart! Now that I'm married, I belong to him in life and in death. Finding a younger man or remarrying is impossible! I, Lin Lulu, swear here and now that I will only marry Jing Sichen in this life and remain a widow for him for the rest of my life! But... is he really... dead?"

Why does she always have this feeling that he's joking with her, testing her?

Man: "What's wrong with it?"

"There is no funeral music," she said.

Immediately, funeral music filled the entire villa.

"There was no crying," she said, puzzled.

The man turned around and glared at him.

Immediately, louder and louder cries came from all around, startling Lin Lulu into gasping for breath.

These people have a ridiculously long reaction time, don't they?

"No……"

"Enough!" the man interrupted her, clearly having run out of patience. "Death is death! Keep it simple!"

Lin Lulu nodded blankly.

That huge living person was right behind her just now.

Now, it's just gone like that?

Although he died, she didn't have to die, and he left her such a large fortune, so she was quite happy.

But the thought of him being dead always makes me feel suffocated.

After all, it was a human life!

"May I go see him?" she asked, a sorrowful expression unconsciously appearing on her face. "Tell me anything I can do for the funeral."

Lost in conflicting thoughts, she didn't notice that as her expression shifted from joy to sorrow, the man's clenched fist gradually loosened, and the dark gloom on his face softened considerably.

"No need." The man turned and left. "It's getting dark, go to sleep."

Then, following the end of the corridor, I entered the basement, sat on the soft leather chair, and stretched my legs out casually, exuding a savage rudeness.

Looking around, a delicate-looking boy of about ten years old sat by the fishpond, feeding the fish while asking, "Is this game fun? You say you're dead, and then your wife finds out you're dead and can't help but laugh out loud. When did your temper become so good? You just stood in front of her and watched her laugh without tearing her mouth apart!"

Jing Sichen raised his hand to his forehead, his brows furrowing slightly.

He just said it on a whim.

Seeing Lin Lulu's reaction, I have to say, I really wanted to... strangle her!

but……

A smile curved her lips: "Didn't you hear her say she'd marry no one but me in this lifetime?" Her tone was overflowing with sweetness.

The boy said, "If you leave all your wealth and power to me, I will marry no one but you and remain a widow for you for the rest of my life."

"Jing Liang." Jing Sichen's voice suddenly turned icy cold, a murderous intent flashing in his dark eyes. "Recently, I've been thinking of getting a cat."

"Ugh!" The boy named Jingliang instantly lost his temper. "Every time you can't win an argument with me, you take it out on my fish!"

He stood up, shook the water off his hands, took a few steps toward the door, then stopped. "You don't actually have a crush on her, do you? Just play around! Don't forget, she'll be dead soon." Then, as if he had gotten away with a successful counterattack, he quickly closed the door and left.

Jing Sichen sat there, Jing Liang's words echoing in his ears, his expression gradually becoming strange and gloomy.

Lin Lulu's image flashed through his mind, and he sighed, "Should...she die?"

**

In the bedroom, Lin Lulu tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

She always felt that the villa was too quiet.

It was so quiet that it didn't look like someone had died at all.

In particular, despite such a major event, the entire villa remained orderly and without any panic.

Who is behind all of this?

Which bodyguard?

Unable to figure it out, with the room filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and somehow I fell asleep.

Only then did the door open.

Jing Sichen walked in and stood by the bedside, his eyes lowered in a deep gaze as he looked at Lin Lulu, who was already asleep, his brows furrowed.

This woman is pretty, but her sleeping posture is really not very elegant.

With its arms and legs outstretched, it looks a bit like... a turtle?

"You've taken up the whole bed, where am I supposed to sleep?" A suppressed, low voice echoed in the spacious bedroom, revealing dissatisfaction.

But he seemed to covet the spot in her arms.

She had just quietly lain down when a pleasant fragrance wafted into her nose—her unique scent.

"Don't die..." she sobbed in her sleep, "Please, don't die..."

Jing Sichen was taken aback.

die?

Did she dream about him?

He didn't leave her with a good impression and even deliberately scared her!

The rumors about him are all over the place, and there isn't a single accurate one.

But she actually felt sad about the death of such a villain?

The anger that had been building up inside me all day was miraculously soothed at that moment.

He raised his hand, pulled her into his arms, and stroked her soft face, a flash of anger appearing in his dark eyes.

"Tonight is our wedding night!"

How could he let his bride sleep here all by herself?

If word gets out, what will people say about him?

His eyes gleamed with a masculine light, and his powerful body pressed down on hers. He whispered softly in her ear, "Be good, wife, wake up..."