C1 Marriage Replacement

In the spacious room, only a single gold, intricately carved crystal chandelier lit up the space. The luxurious and expensive furniture unmistakably showcased the owner's immense wealth.

Ann Xiaomin sat on the bed in a vibrant red, festive dress, her hands nervously rubbing together as she bit her lip, filled with unease. It all felt like a dream.

Just the day before, she was living in a cramped apartment in a rundown neighborhood. Now, she was the newlywed bride of the wealthiest family in the city, the Gu family. This drastic change was all because Hsu Yaying, a wealthy heiress, refused to marry Gu Junbai, the eldest son of the Gu family, who had been severely injured in a recent fire. Since Ann bore a striking resemblance to Yaying, the Hsu family approached her to take Yaying's place in the marriage, offering to cover all of her mother's medical expenses in return.

Trading a wedding for her mother's life, she had no choice but to agree.

The creak of the door interrupted Ann Xiaomin's anxious thoughts. She stiffened, her eyes fixed on the door, expecting to see Gu Junbai being wheeled in. To her surprise, he walked in on his own. In the dim light, she could make out his tall, lean figure and upright posture.

"Wasn't he paralyzed? How did he recover so quickly?"

As the man approached, an unfamiliar aura filled the room, making Ann Xiaomin increasingly nervous. She barely dared to breathe.

The room's lighting revealed his entire face.

"Ah..."

Ann Xiaomin screamed in terror as if she'd seen a ghost, scrambling backward with tears nearly spilling from her eyes.

The man's face was covered in burn scars, crisscrossed like grotesque centipedes, more terrifying than any ghost.

"What's with the screaming? It's annoying," the man said, his voice deep and magnetic, laced with clear impatience.

"Don't... don't come any closer," Ann Xiaomin pleaded, retreating to the head of the bed as he continued to approach.

"If you scream again, I'll sew your mouth shut."

Given the man's ghastly appearance and the threat in his words, Ann Xiaomin clamped a hand over her mouth, stifling any further cries, too afraid to look at him again.

Gu Junbai casually sat on the bed, scrutinizing Ann Xiaomin.

The woman on the bed wore a semi-transparent red lace dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her figure was curvaceous, her face delicate and beautiful, with thick lashes fluttering in fear and unease. Despite her frightened demeanor, there was something undeniably alluring about her vulnerability.

No wonder, the women Gu Hong surrounded himself with had little charm or skill to truly captivate him.

Gu Junbai felt an unusual surge of desire rising within him. "Come here."

Ann Xiaomin shook her head fearfully, keeping her gaze lowered, too scared to meet his eyes.

Gu Junbai let out a cold laugh. "Oh, do I need to force you?"

Without waiting for her response, he swiftly moved to the bedside and pinned Ann Xiaomin beneath him.

Unexpectedly, despite her frail appearance, Ann Xiaomin had quite a bit of strength. Like a cornered cat making one last stand, she kicked and flailed, shouting all the while.

"...Don't rush me, give me a moment to adjust..."

In the end, Gu Junbai, a man nearly six foot three, was actually kicked off the bed by her.

Furious, Gu Junbai's eyes seemed to freeze the air around them with icy disdain.

On their wedding night, to be kicked off the bed by his wife was an utter humiliation for Young Master Gu.