The Indifferent Young Master’s Flash Marriage - Chapter 164 - Be Careful, Fei’er!

Richard, who was born with a broken body, thought that this medieval world was outrageous enough, with knights, dragons, witches, and giant beasts.But he didn’t expect to meet Cinderella right after gaining territory. Her 1.8-meter-long legs were so charming that they could crush people to death.It turned out that this was a fairy tale world, or a dark fairy tale.Without saying anything, Master Richard directly helped Cinderella fill up her puffs.Wait, why does the system prompt that Cinderella is a witch? Or a yandere?The 36D dangerous Little Red Riding Hood, the white and tender Snow White, and the long-sleeping Sleeping Beauty are all witches.Different witches can bring different benefits to the lord Richard.Yeah!The master is going to overthrow the world, establish an empire, collect witches, and fill up!

At home, she was invisible; after marriage, she was a decorative vase; in the end, a sea of flames buried her, and not even her corpse remained. This is the portrait of Han Yuxi’s previous lifetime. Given a chance at rebirth, she strives to improve herself, wishing only to no longer serve as a foil or a pretty face. Then, she will seek out an exemplary husband and live a life of peace and prosperity. Alas, things turn out contrary to her wishes—she marries a man who bears a blood feud and hatred as deep as the sea. She turns the world upside-down, but her road to happiness is strewn with setbacks and the sweetness that comes after bitterness.

Diagnosed with cancer, she decided to give up the baby in her womb.She had originally planned to have an abortion, get divorced, and then face the arrival of death calmly, hallowing he and his new love to be together.However, he didn't let her go easily. He lingered with her day and night as she grew weaker and weaker, just to leave a child for his infertile new lover.Lying on the hospital bed on the verge of death, she begged, “Take my life and just let me go.”The cold and aloof man knelt in front of her tombstone, holding her favorite gardenias, staying day and night, murmuring with red eyes, “Sweetie, come back. Please don't kidding me...”

"Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her.