Su Yang stood at the edge of the bed, glancing at the handsome man lying on the bed. Even though his handsome face was pale and colorless, it did not diminish his noble and outstanding temperament at all. But it was obvious that the purple luck around him was so thin that there was almost nothing left.

It seemed as if it had been absorbed by some evil spirit.

Since her rebirth, she can clearly see the luck flowing through everyone, whether it is white, red, black, or yellow...

Each color represents a different destiny, and purple is the most special. Only a few people can possess it, and she and Rong Zhan are two of them.

Suddenly, the man gently fluttered his eyelashes, opened his hazy and dark eyes, skillfully lifted the quilt and sat up, only to find a beautiful figure standing not far away. Under the slightly dim light, the woman's profile was incredibly beautiful.

He frowned and asked cautiously: "Who are you?"

Perhaps because he had been in a coma for too long, his voice was hoarse and low.

"Ah Zhan, you're finally awake, finally awake." Old Madam Rong was supported by Yun Chuxian and walked forward. Her trembling voice was obviously choked with sobs. Tears flashed in her old eyes. She held his hand in surprise and joy: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"Grandma, Mom, I'm fine." The man raised his thin lips slightly. He was already used to this coma: "How long have I been in a coma this time?"

"Half a month. In the past, you would only be unconscious for a few hours, or a day or two at most. This time, your grandma and I were scared." Yun Chuxian breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes immediately fell on the cool and beautiful figure, and he explained softly, "Ah Zhan, you have been unconscious for so long this time, your grandmother and I are so worried, afraid... So, we asked Master Shikong to tell your fortune, and he said that we can't wait any longer. Now the best way to solve the problem is to find a girl who matches your horoscope and marry you."

"Now it seems that what Master Shikong said was right. You woke up just after the wedding today. Yangyang, you are really the lucky star of our Rong family, our baby lucky star." Old Mrs. Rong smiled from ear to ear and waved to Su Yang.

When Su Yang approached, the old lady took her hand and placed it on the back of the man's slender and broad hand: "Although it is a bit inappropriate, the situation is special. You two are now husband and wife. I hope that you two will respect and love each other and work together. Ah Zhan, you must treat Yang Yang well in the future and never let her down."

When the white and warm jade hand covered him, the cold and the hot collided and blended together. The man's hand trembled slightly. When he felt the warmth seeping into his skin bit by bit, his eyes were focused and his brows were deep, making his emotions unpredictable.

Su Yang glanced at his hand, pursed her red lips, and her clear black and white almond eyes flickered slightly.

"Yangyang, I'm sorry for making you suffer today." Yun Chuxian recalled today's wedding scene and the comments online, and still felt a little guilty and distressed towards her.

"Mom, don't say that. I chose the wedding myself, and there's no sense of grievance." Su Yang's voice was light and his tone was calm, without too many ups and downs.

After a brief conversation, Rong Zhan had a gloomy face and a gloomy look in his eyes. He felt that it was a fantasy and it was even more difficult for him to accept the fact that he had a wife when he woke up after being in a coma for half a month.

His eyes glanced lightly at the woman's pretty and cold face, and his frowned brows still did not relax.

At the old lady's request, he got up and ate something. Then the old lady said a few words to Yun Chuxian and left. After all, it was the couple's wedding night, so it was a little special, but they still had to leave some time for themselves.

The huge room was extremely quiet. Su Yang picked up the kettle, poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

The man looked up and met her cold eyes. He reached out to take a sip, and her clear and pleasant voice rang in his ears: "Let me introduce myself, Su Yang, the anchor of the TV news column, your newlywed wife."

Rong Zhan paused while drinking water: "Then does Mrs. Rong still need me to introduce her?"

"If you want to introduce me, I won't stop you."

"Rong Zhan." The man placed the cup on the table, said these two words coldly and went to the bathroom.

Su Yang was unmoved by his concise introduction. His information had long been deeply imprinted in her mind.

Rong Zhan came out of the shower and saw a graceful figure lying on the bed. Her white and slender calves were exposed, her waist was gracefully curved by the belt of her nightgown, her collarbone was deep, and she was holding a tablet in her hands and sliding it around as she pleased.

Noticing the man's burning gaze, Su Yang slowly raised his eyes and saw that his upper body was naked, wearing only a pair of shorts.

They looked at each other, and a slightly awkward atmosphere spread in the air.

Rong Zhan pretended to be calm and walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down. Suddenly, a white cat's head popped out from the corner of the quilt, which scared him so much that his pupils shrank and he hid towards Su Yang in panic.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Su Yang was a little overwhelmed by him, and the tablet in his hand slipped to the ground.

"Meow~"

A clear and sweet cat cry sounded, Rong Zhan's body stiffened slightly, his handsome face naturally buried in her fair neck, and the strength of pinching her waist slightly increased.

"……cat."

"Are you afraid of cats?"

The sound of his breathing made her neck feel numb. Half of his weight was leaning on her. Su Yang held her breath, stroked his back lightly, felt his body trembling slightly, pursed her lips, and asked softly.

The only answer she got was silence.

Su Yang understood. He looked at the cat that was sitting upright, blinking its blue eyes and staring at them, and said softly, "Bai Yue, go out and play."

The white cat seemed to understand what she said. It stretched, jumped off the bed obediently, and left the room happily with its tail raised.

"It's gone." Su Yang

"Um."

The last tone of his voice was trembling with a hint of panic. He tightened his grip around her waist, letting her sink deeply into his arms.

The light scent of gardenia on her body seemed to have a calming effect, and his fluctuating emotions slowly stabilized, but he was inexplicably greedy and didn't want to let her go.

Su Yang could clearly sense his genuine fear, so she didn't push him away in a hurry. Instead, she patted his back gently and comforted him slowly. However, the way they were hugging each other made her feel a little unnatural.

"Um...are you okay?"

"Your cat?"

A deep and magnetic male voice came from the neck.

"Yeah." Su Yang replied lightly, and added: "Two, one black and one white."

Rong Zhan: “…”

"Send him away tomorrow."

Su Yang frowned, patted his hand to stop, and pushed him away: "You can't send him away."

"reason."

“The reason is that I can’t send you away.”

Facing the man's deep and profound eyes, Su Yang was fearless and calm: "How long do you plan to hold me?"

"I spent 1 billion to marry my wife, and I can't even hug her for a while?" Rong Zhan's tone was full of arrogance and self-righteousness.

(End of this chapter)